Father’s Day it ain’t

aBUSED and accused frequently by his bigger brother, my
CURLY-headed younger son begged me to be
JUROR in his case against his mother, his brother and the
PASTA. Did I mention that his sweet-natured mother can be
RABID in her anger when injustice occurs?
SAPPY she ain’t. For me, when it comes to arguments, I’m
UNFIT for anything but the gentlest disagreement.
VYING and jockeying for pole position does not become me.

[Running behind – considerably. A vain attempt to catch up.]

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