A new generation


Now you have what you need
Adonis,
The fruit of my loin
Shall we all go to seed?
These next generations
These idolise things
Our children
The bringers of security
As mother nature rings the desire
And halts the biological clock
So nearly stopped at 38
A race to conceive
Before its too late
And ovary gives way
To potential cell structure dismay
I blame society
And the high flying goals
The career girls
Who dip toes
In the shoals of success
Instead of thinking
less
complex aims make biological sense
after all
the pretence of the feline executive
seemed merely a novelty
that was bound to implode
the result
eroding
evolutionary intention
so indeed
you have gone to seed
as have I
naturally, why should we not?
I like my flab and rolls
And the dreams of the tattooed cot
Bambi, peter pan, mickey mouse dumbo
I shall buy the lot
I shall tetter and tot
It all up
Where I’m at with you
We shall gorge on cheap indulgences
You sat, -me draped over the very best in BHS furniture
HP of course.
on course for the delivery
and all that the 5 am wails will entail
the bib and the Braille
as we are blindly following
a set of rules