Wednesday, November 13, 2013

I just got my 12th toon to 90. A monk. I just need a rogue for the complete set!

Saturday, November 9, 2013

Five Sons

The first grew tall and strong
He married to his taste
And had two sons of his own
And daughters twain as well
My parents saw naught but his faith
Like theirs in all but name
And named him their firstborn
Failure
The second grew like unto
The first, his faith the same
He found a wife to share his life
And loved two pups
Like his own sons
My parents saw naught but his drink
And named him failure
Two
The third grew in his own way
He took a wife, then left the first
And loved a match made more for him
He loved her children as his own
And soon added one more son
My parents saw his infidelity
And named him their third
Failure
The fourth grew twisted and unsure
Of who and what he was
But soon enough he found his self
He lives alone, yet has found friends
And a son who calls him “mommy”
My parents did not understand
And swore he’d be their last
Failure
The fifth is yet a boy at home
Untested and untried
His life is not his own
He listens and obeys for now
But soon enough he’ll find his path
My parents will likely weep
And wonder why they only raised
Five failures