Plated Progeny and Weak Stomachs

My son’s pet turtle has burn-heart

Just like his granddad

(That’s me)

I have a whole passel of grandchildren

Including dolls of at least four races

One with legs hanging on by a thread

Two sheep and

A poodle her mother insists is a cat

Whose name is Juice and

Rides around in her own matching purse

But only one

The one who is supposed to have a hard outside

Has my flawed insides

He can’t have wine or chocolate

Just like me and

His dad has been worrying about his burn heart a lot

These past few days

It makes me a proud patriarch

A content patriarch

As long as my grandson twixt two plates

Stays away from my almond milk