Mrs. Biscuit’s sister’s first and second cousins are visiting
from Toronto this week. Be sure to say howdy if you see ‘em
in town or out fishing.
Sarcasm does become you, brother C.
A source of great benediction, I’m sure,
as Mistress Biscuit and her sis must be
related—just de jure, just de jour
—not really, not for sure—for, Cecil, both
your first cousins and those that are removed
are mine as well. In-laws? No, I am loath
to find that neither redundancy is proved
here. Your formula is polygamous.
We’ll give our welcome to the biscuit’s yield
and rise—like the lark, that’s anonymous
at break of day from sullen earth and field,
when flushed by us and free to fly, does flee.
It seems you are not you, nor I, me.