29 08 2011

Even if one is prudish and haughty,

One is occasionally entitled to be naughty,

And that is why I’m writing this ,

An opportunity not to miss.

The reason why I was born,

And, in my mother’s side became a thorn,

Was, in spite of her objection,

My father pandered to his erection,

And she was then inseminated,

So, that was when I was created.

Because, then she happened to conceive,

Something she could not believe.

Now, she had three children before,

And certainly didn’t want number four,

But, even though she would resent it,

And try so hard to prevent it,

When it happened, she started to weep,

Because  she had delivered the black sheep





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