The Aftermath
She became his ex after they had had sex.
He told her to relax even though their act was lax.
He drove away for he owned a car.
She owned nought and couldn't go far.
His name was Max, at least that she knew.
After three months her gnawing doubts became certainty.
And so she gnawed at her nails.
For Max wasn't sending any mail.
Meanwhile, Max was enjoying the halcyon days of his youth.
What mammoth task did he have?
Inside him there was no fertilised ova.
Between him and her it was over.
It was after three years that she spotted a car so much like Max's.
Her hopes which now were high dwindled as the car came nigh.
As tears rolled down her cheeks
She managed to say,"that car looks like Max's, your father."
Confused, the young lad on her lap looked up and said nought.
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