This Iyer as little Black Sambo

That this Iyer is a, sartorially glorified, little Black Sambo, not a cuddle-bunny or uxorious nutter

Only by such Tigers denuded as whose yellow their own thymotic conflicts reduced to butter

& that my son ate up all that ghee, suited what was left Noah naked  in me

So, now, neither Nigger nor Dad are words he dare utter.