The Next Sire
Henry Silver
I am now to abscond, but, before, they must see,
For today my dear mother, the excellent she,
I forswear, for my father, the erudite he,
Is to sire his lone son, the reverent me,
For I know that such is all he can be.
The Next Sire
Henry Silver
I am now to abscond, but, before, they must see,
For today my dear mother, the excellent she,
I forswear, for my father, the erudite he,
Is to sire his lone son, the reverent me,
For I know that such is all he can be.