(My parody of the poem You are Old, Father William by Lewis Carroll, which is a parody of the poem The Old Man’s Comforts and How He Gained Them by Robert Southey)

“You are old,” father Raper, the young woman thought,
“And your hair, while still full, shows your age;
You are slack, father Raper, and squalid and fraught,
Yet your void abates not my old rage.”

“As a boy,” father Raper, if asked, might reply,
“I was beat for about everything;
To avoid the lesson rod, I’d try and I’d try,
But good morals were taught by the sting.”

“You are old,” father Raper, her mind thought again,
“Your twenties were spent wrecking our lives;
I did not allow you to defeat me back then,
Yet now a new breed of fury thrives.”

“When I was a young man,” said the eyes of this ghoul,
“My appetites ruled rather than mind;
And there was one little girl that made my mouth drool,
I especially liked her behind.”

“You are old,” sighed the youth, “and you claim you’ve atoned,
Yet you wanted this virgin to bleed;
I don’t think the nightmares would leave if you were stoned,
And for years you kept doing the deed.”

“The deed,” said the bastard, “I regret so much now
Is something I can never take back;
I’ve wept many times and wish that I knew how
To make you give me a little slack.”

“You are old,” roared the youth, “and it’s penance you seek,
For the one thing that won’t go away;
Being fucked as a child, a part of me is weak
And I relive the horror each day.”

“I cannot understand why you just won’t forget,”
said her father the Raper in vain.
“Is it not enough that I am also upset?
Can no one understand my own pain?”

Check out the You Tube video of Carroll’s You are Old, Father William here.