The Curmudgeon

YOU'LL COME FOR THE CURSES. YOU'LL STAY FOR THE MUDGEONRY.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Be Fruitful and Multiply

Six thousand millions and to spare:
Why value those? They're hardly rare.

There's too much unprecautioned rut,
And hence the market has a glut.

Some mother's child or children's mother
Drops dead, and then there is another.

It grows a bit, puts on some fat,
Then sires, or squeezes out, a brat.

It cannot raise the one it's got;
Breed more? Another two? Why not?

Therefore fear not man's common fate:
Your loss will not be very great.

And if you haven't left an heir,
You've left the world a bit more fair.

4 Comments:

  • At 11:12 am , Blogger Giovanni said...

    Oh dear, there might as well be my picture next to stanzas three and four.

     
  • At 3:44 pm , Blogger Philip said...

    Well, yours at least have the virtue of being on the other side of the planet from me.

     
  • At 9:21 pm , Blogger Giovanni said...

    Funny you should say that - we're in Croydon next and we have tickets for a play so I was wondering if you could babysit?

     
  • At 11:23 pm , Blogger Philip said...

    (flees screaming)

     

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