To my special son

I have a special son, whose name is Jon

He scorns the use of an H that is silent

Not only is he the Costal fan club President

he is also a client

We vowed a special love that did grow

like Andrew Cain's eye-blocking hair length

tho some even called our love grotesque

like Gotham's new DA Harvey Denth

Jon loves films, the theatre

community service and drama

he writes oh so nicely

refusing to use the comma

His passion infectious and

his commitment knows no dearth

"my special son went on a mission to Africa,

and all I got was this lousy t-shirt"

He did his Chosen project alone

I pleaded, yelled and yelped

so next time he was careful

to pretend his family helped

From Homer to Shakespeare

Remus and Romulus

and remember we even covered

your main homeboy Jesus

But together we have sought great meaning

in this mediocre place

even answered the age-old question

what came first heaven or space?

Long ago we took that special pledge toward
a mutual love we would proctor
cuz sometimes we dine alone
but sometimes we dine with the doctor