OK, I really need to write mini-reviews of a couple of games I've finished recently. So this is a reminder to me to do that soon. But given the positive reception of my last playful attempt at poetry, I've written something new for all my fans. I hope both of you enjoy it!
Making Babies
I feel a throbbing, deep desire that's bursting to get out,
A fiercely blazing inner fire that makes me want to shout,
"Let's make babies!"
I've got the perfect partner now, the family planning starts,
(You trap your lover with a vow, and then you trap their parts).
So in and out and out and in - this ain't no cricket game.
It's serious and sexual fun, with one specific aim...
To make babies!
A cloud on the horizon lurks, a problem blocks the way.
Don't worry, folks, our plumbing works. But both of us are gay.
Can sperm meet sperm and interact, with bottom as a womb,
Subverting biologic fact, and thus bring life to bloom?
We need a miracle of luck, so now you see our trouble.
One gives then takes; in turns we fuck - to make our chances double
And make babies!
We try sooo haaard. Is hope too blind? Reality has won.
Reluctantly I change my mind and turn the oven on.
"Let's make cookies!"
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Love it! Love it! Love it!
ReplyDeleteIt's funny that you mention the cookies: I always had that theory that my lovers and I make love in the kitchen and make pastries and such, just like the way others make love in their bedroom and make babies!
this poem reminds me slightly of MILK
ReplyDeleteI love the thoughts and the tone in this poem. I like some of the euphemisms you have come up with (plumbing. LOL!)
You keep getting better mister