SISTER

Verlaine's mother noticed
A new tinted bottle
Among those which housed
Her four unborn sons.
When Verlaine reeled home
He said necessity had made him,
Pawn one of his brothers
But, being once more in funds
 He'd returned to redeem him.
Offered two labeless bottles
He took both  of them home.
"You didn't notice one was a girl?"
"As the drunken glory of French poetry
I never vote or pay taxes
Or concern myself with infant genitalia."