My son Peter
has never appreciated
his given name
when young he was “the pumpkin eater”
with age, another slang word for
“a penis” he became.
I really hadn’t considered either,
for on your Father, I could place the blame,
he was the baseball fan,
you see, it was for “Pete Rose” (in his heyday)
that you were named.
and after all, my son, it could have been worse,
but I would love you just the same.
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