Fertile Grounds
A man took his neighbor to court,
though he did what he asked, in short.
For he gave him leave
to try and conceive:
a surrogate daddy, of sorts.
Suspicions began to arise;
it seemed he’d been tricked, he surmised.
For no child was bred
though they’d shared a bed
in more than seventy tries.
Seems the neighbor’s shots were all blank;
discussions then got rather frank.
Now he’s in a tiz;
their kids were not his -
their marriage was now in the tank.
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Can’t make this stuff up!
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2023
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