: Green Eyed Boys

Three little sons he loves so much,

They're blonde like her,

And have green eyes,

Unlike parents brown as such.

They have her high cheeks,

Her sparkling laugh,

Her cheeky smile,

They have the way he speaks.

He was so tender with those sons,

Taught them to build,

Taught them courage,

To him they were the most beloved ones.

Only those green eyed boys could make him cry,

Once a scare with a fever,

Thrice out of pure pride and joy,

The love in his heart could make him fly.

Funny thing said the mailman,

"They've got my eyes"

Said with a wicked smile,

That knew doubt's destructive span.

He came home early with a fistful of roses red,

Green eyed sons,

Make sudden sense,

For the mailman was with his wife in bed.

The charade was over and done,

He offered consoling,

She filed for divorce,

Now he's left wondering how it'd begun.

The judge pounds his gavel at the close,

No rights to the sons he loved,

But still he must pay child support,

He finds himself thinking of the copper jacketed dose.

Hamlet's soliloquy rings in his mind,

For suffer he does,

And slings and arrows these are,

There's little hope to get him through the grind.

Sometimes he'll find a package at his door,

Inside photos of blonde boys,

With glinting green eyes,

And a note reminding him that they're not his anymore.