Sonnet of the Dreaded Son-In-Law

I’m so lazy, yes I am,
There’s no guilt for sleeping late,
Work to live, no I’ll be damn.
Lunch for free? Won’t hesitate.

People, they should lavish gifts
For I am better than them all,
Say I to the working stiffs,
Grace me dearly till you fall.

If I lie it is the truth,
How dare you even question me.
Even if I am uncouth,
Give me what I want for free!

I deserve the very best,
And go to hell with all the rest.


by Rodney Alan Crater
Copyright ©2006 Rodney Alan Crater