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Father the Chameleon

Father the chameleon was lime green
the first day I saw him peering into
my crib smiling and he remained
 
lime green until kindergarten
when a nun called the house and said
I was disrupting the class and would
 
he come and have a talk with her.
He remained wildfire red until
the college he paid big money to
 
expelled me as a senior for sending
chickens clucking in big crates
to a French professor who gave me
 
a B instead of an A, thereby killing
my chance for an Ivy League law school.
When I got home and told Father
 
his face glowed purple as eggplant
and he began taking huge pills
day and night, even when a small
 
law school finally gave me a chance.
The day I passed the bar exam Father
was whiter than his pills in his coffin.
 
 
Donal Mahoney

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