sonnet 21.10.13.

The way you close me out I cringe to puke
Return cheek kisses and hand squeezes square
Youre such a pretty perky pesky pair
Id dust the dots and don a white peruke
I thought to bawl and bellow my rebuke
Its saga sad a sick incestuous lair
As shes inherited my hips and hair
Yes papa loves those features thats no fluke
Resemblance clues though are but topical
Recessive genes insist Im merely mum
That your dear papa chose to be your chum
His change of bottled water gives him gall
Im walking out umblemished by your sin
Exwife exmum if thats where we winwin
Chorus sin error wrong