I was just sitting here pondering life, the universe and everything and this came to mind. Hope you enjoy ...
What Ever Happens to the Sperm
that Don’t Find the Egg?
Some things seem so mysterious, and no one seems to know,
Like what ever happens to those sperm, where do those buggers go?
They joined the race at climax, and swam their very best,
But at the final moment, another reached the nest.
Just imagine their disappointment, to have traveled, oh so far,
Only to find some other bloke became the bloomin’ star!
No doubt they gathered round the egg, and moped and cursed their luck,
And debated where to go to drink, cuz’ staying there just sucked.
They swam some more through tunnels small, asking directions of the cells,
“Where’s the bloody tavern, we’ve been searching here a spell?”
The cells, in typical fashion, were not too helpful as you see,
They suggested going higher, to those huge ol’ mammaries.
A lot of sperm took up the quest, and flashed their little tails,
And some were taken from behind, you should have heard their wails!
Others met their awful fate and found the bowels you see,
It wasn’t long until they moved, then out the door with thee!
A few, though made it to the top, and settled there with joy,
Sipping warm, sweet cappuccino and playing boobies with the boys.
But even their fate soon was sealed, when to the nipple came,
The hubby with a super suck, and back to him they drained.
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