There’s a miniscule worm, called the sperm,
Which, by virtue of wriggle and squirm,
After penile emission,
May come to fruition,
As someone of whom it’s the germ.
Tag: sperm
The sanctity of marriage
“Though God joined us and all, still I wonder,
That part, “let no man put asunder”,”
She thought, “Would that term,
(As he unloosed his sperm),
Include, too, this nice chap whom I’m under?”
Waking
He woke naked, confused, in her room,
Breathing deep of her musky perfume,
His arm over her chest,
His lips closed on one breast,
And his sperm swimming up through her womb.
Squish, squash!
He plunged into her fanny, squish, squash!
Squeal and squirm, froth and sperm, splish and splosh!
An adulterous screw;
Secret still, but they knew
That the truth would come out in the wash!
Spin
Though his girlfriend was rightly suspicious,
(He’d told her that sperm was nutritious),
At last, with some dread,
She gave in, gave him head,
Swallowed too, and said “Gosh! It’s delicious!”