Essential Service During Lockdown

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