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There was a girl at the height of her youth

Big bosomed and slim and yet quite uncouth

Then a virus took hold

She had been quite controlled

And then developed a rather sweet tooth


Will be good for your breast milk so God will

This catholic nation forbids the pill

No coil and no rubber

But he would not snub her

Took them to bed and demanded his fill


Her pastor advised a chastity belt

Helps protection in times of great svelte

And dries up his quill

Seed cannot instill

So your grand midsection cannot be swelled 


But her pangs would not stop food ingestion

She did not even get indigestion

So tight at the waist

No good to be chaste 

To do it or not was thus the question


Before I pop we must look for the key

But no cohabitation you must agree

No sex my sweetheart

Till death do us part

But the right pick remained an absentee


Then she burst like an inflated balloon

And they consumed passion at a full moon

Twins round and perfect

Whats cause and effect

Philosophy can be rather opportune


Was the girdle the faulty solution

Human nature or too much volution

Adipose tissue

Some other issue

That triggered seminal ‘pollution’
 

Moment of madness due to pandemic

Birth rites or something more academic

Epicure’s garden

Or simply a hard one

Time revealed it was rather systemic


So what’s the climax of this fine account

Could the fertile villain truly be found

The friend here at task

Knocked with a face mask

It was the kind milkman during his round



30th April 2020

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