My son, the ingrate,
all puffed to aerate
a flute!
Inside his limp weight
resides some innate
soft fruit.
Damp sophisticates
always break in state
disputes.
So... to stimulate
his mettle, his hate,
his ‘brute'?
Hmm...decapitate
his scheming soul mate
will suit!
Anger militates,
and how else win great
repute?