Life of a Gynaecologist

It is perhaps the hurried way I walk, May be the manner in which I talk, Or is it the subtle perfume I wear, That tells a Gynaecologist is near! When I park my car, head up stairs, I see patients sat on waiting chairs, Smiling women with a hope for child, Seeking from me what nature denied! Birth of a child is a boon from heaven, Yet rarely is the fault of these women, Their husbands blame it all on germs, When often they are short of sperms! detailed talk always reveals the truth, They have been secluded since youth, they have learnt of babies and stork, So far there has been no sex talk! you may think the husbands be wise, He looks educated, mild and nice, But he has been to the same school, He has no idea how to work his tool! In vitro fertilisation is clinical answer, Something very easily done by nature, When they successfully have a baby, You even have to teach them a lullaby! Social prejudices, religious shackles, Is reason for these sorry debacles, Fear of sex impairs their normal life, Married, yet he doesn’t know his wife. Two decades of life as gynaecologist, Seen more eggs than an ornithologist, While birds and animals breed so free, Human breeding needs a medical degree! They give me flowers, thank you card, They say my finger tips are like God! But deep inside I know reason why, The man is ignorant, the girl is shy! Date 27/03/2020 Strand poetry contest Sponsor Brian strand