Odds
She’s pregnant with guilt
Deep inside in turmoil
Two minutes of lust
Off the cusp
Makes the colour of little Johnny
A lottery must
50 50 odds of despair
She could see it now
Driven out shamed and bared
Little Johnny turned out alright
The odds in favour
He turned out white
Loving husband unaware
Time moved on without a care
Back in the sack
With husband Jack
A wry smile
Wish he was black.
Copyright © Paul Bell | Year Posted 2025
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