Ironically, on Valentine's Day 21 years ago, my awry Fate sent me a sperm donor who became the father of my two younger children.
Several people have asked me where my rhyming satire Wow! inspired by him has gone.
As many of you know, I therapeutically wrote it in late 2019 when I was literally floored with depression, shock and ire for months after a deluge of realizations that the father of my younger two children, mentioned in the campaigning material here, to me a known sperm donor who I later learnt, I strongly believe, wanted to only use the arena for megalomaniac aims of using his unaccountable, globally powerful connections to put as many of his hand-picked children into top global and mega lucrative positions that many of his family seamlessly slide into,I believe, for his superlative offspring to rule over peasants. It is an elitist trend the magnitude of which is dawning upon us all only now and that seems to be totally intractable.
He and,I believe, his WHO executive brother, and maybe even other of his family grandees of the world's top organization boardrooms may have also taken part in the eugenics while, I believe, may have been rejecting his children who he, or them too, deem to be their inferiors and the plan was meant to remain strictly under wraps.
But also, the daddy, whom I call Dr High-Wine in my long rhyming narrative, I understand, has been sleeping with all the mothers on his rotational visits to their chosen little people, including some ostensible lesbians. The dispensational method of maybe getting their brood into the world's glory was also meant to, understandably, remain ultra secret. Some of them, I understand, willfully agreed to it, stabbing their partners/husbands in the backs along the way, and some may have been tricked. A few declined. The others were binned as worthless.
The scope of his duplicity, artifice and cruelty towards my children and me, and those others he's deceived into life-changing decisions they never consented to, as this is not sperm donation but something like some snobbish, megalomaniac sex sect, is something I am still hugely wrestling with. The scope of unanswered questions, contrary to our agreement that Valentine's Day of 2005,is mental torment.
The fictional poem I wrote 6 years ago now sounds prescient given the level of promiscuity, deviancy, mendacity, corruption, nepotism, thirst for power and money, and mistreatment of ordinary people by the elite underclasses that has surfaced of late. Years ago, the poem was read on another blog by over 15000 academics and journalists. I bet that not many of Dr High-Wine's hundreds of hot romances rhymed about his prowess, so he may not have minded the privilege of being a Muse that I bestowed on him.
While the poem is fiction that is meant to entertain, the underlying currents of pathological classism and clandestine subjugation of others designated for taking advantage of also mirrors what is done to us without us even noticing much and how the greedy in power readily,and without any qualms,push us under the bus so that their own children and themselves get into riches and power of enormous proportions in any unsavoury way they can.
Happy Valentine's Day, everyone.
Wow! Wow! What do we do now?
Mum1: Wow! Wow! What do we do now?
Dr H-W: We are sat here this evil off to fend.
Mum9: Just shame all chosen sisters today cannot attend.
Dr H-W: We've sadly been hit by abrupt cessation
Of our impervious, covert operation,
Thanks to a couple of fluky omissions
Ruining my Genghis Khan ambitions.
It is crushing that my lewd regimes
Are being confined to archive lives,
And alongside them my lifelong dreams
Of hundreds of children by dozens of wives.
Mum27: I am puffing and fuming...I thought you were clever,
You know that this was meant to stay secret forever!
Dr H-W: My profuse sorrow I've failed to stay numb...
Mum1: And blabbed us away...Can one be THAT dumb?
Dr H-W: I am so sorry, I did not mean to brag,
But mind goes berserk after a good s..g
Uncle H-W: I thought that our secret was ferociously guarded
Never prone to find its way straight to the discarded.
Mum 15: I apologize, but I am a proud snob,
And cannot imagine... (sniffle, sniffle, sob)
Mum7: Neither can I.I feel hunted and pursued,
With overwhelming need to protect my brood.
Uncle H-W: The High-Wine family dice has been cast,
The "lets-pretend-we-care" stance to assume we must.
Mum55: But I don't want to mingle and before them cower,
They are undeserving of the High-Wine power.
Mum19: To pretend we care, we have to start now!
Mum4: Sorry, that is something I struggle to allow!
Dr H-W: The High-Wine reputation will falter and break.
Don't you understand, too much is at stake!
Uncle H-W: Believe me I so wish we'd continue the snubs,
But those are all somehow threatening WHO's cubs?
Mum36: Oh, no! But yes...humanitarian façade!
We have to pretend that there is no bad blood.
Dr H-W: Wow! Wow! What do we do now?
Mum64: How do we survive unhealthy duration
Of this unjust reorientation?
Mum55: End of the world as we know is nigh!
Mum1: I don't need reminding...Oh my! Oh my!
Dr H-W: I'm a stoic man, but this all is sheer...
Mum4: Living nightmare!
Mum12: Oh, dear! Oh, dear!
Mum36: The eugenics expertise they'll never comprehend
Of an overzealous woodpecker from the lower end.
Mum55: They've antagonized each of my sinew
And made every muscle in my body tense.
Mum7: They've caused this tautness of breath to accrue
And made all the trauma painfully immense.
Mum9: And to me, daily, right in this drives
A deluge of rashes, skippies and hives.
Dr H-W: With all the tension, I've felt my brain spinning,
At times I'd get limp and even crossed-eyed,
I could even feel my mane of hair thinning,
And to fix my eyes almost have I tried.
All the grisly aftermath of so-called "donation",
Has enveloped my life with exasperation.
Uncle H-W: It's axiomatic for a common sense
That their demands are clearly pathetic.
Dr H-W: All we need to do is put on pretense
That being in their company is copasetic.
Mum27: Believe you me, this lady's not for turning
As the thought of them gets my stomach churning!
Uncle H-W: As a global expert, I expertly say,
This level of stress is not fit for consumption.
Dr H-W: Ever since the bombshell I've lived in dismay
Terrified of life and its new resumption.
Uncle H-W: With every twig and branch, I can guarantee.
They will have NO place on MY family tree!
Mum64: Wow! Wow! What can we do now?
Mum12: Us the obsequious may just slump then crumble.
Dr H-W: And my libidinous prowess subside then break.
Mum4: Oh, human Deity, please do never stumble,
But stand up all tall, for heaven’s sake!
Dr H-W: Oh, my girly girls, great glory gallops to you,
Whenever a wave of lust fills my thoughts.
It's excruciating with one rod to woo you,
And pick just one grape in bunches of all sorts.
Oh, my Supreme me and his wisdom arise!
Blessed by all my servants up there in the skies.
Mum64: The unchosen can't expect unjust conversion
Of our lifestyle into their slums
Of limited vistas and the aversion
That encompasses us - the chosen mums.
Mum19: I'm sure you took great care
Of their congenital demise.
Dr H-W: Yes, yours were to be children
And theirs sexercise.
I always made sure all the bond was torn
Between me and that heap of spawn.
We would sometimes chat, just for the pun,
Then I'd cut them short and away I'd run.
Mum36: Oh, my runny honey, I always knew
That you'd never place them with us on the par,
But even I never had a clue
How circumspect and sensible you are.
Mum83: You clearly know we can never fit with
The unrefined and the à la bimbo,
We bona faide ladies who’ve kept for you
Our mouths, hands and legs akimbo.
Mum1: The essence of being is power that's rife
With love nurturing forces that coalesce,
All subtlety of vigour that is called life,
But love isn't love without finesse.
Mum9: I so want to wake up from the terrors of all this,
And reminisce glorious times when we lived in bliss.
Dr H-W: I am also prompting myself to believe
The kind of lives our poor angels from now must live.
Mum55: Our joy de vivre they will occupy,
Then linger on just like a bad smell.
Mum4: Oh, non-existent Lord, to save us just try
From his ever-scorching crucible of hell!
Dr H-W: They will commence our soul grandeur a drought,
And conflate your charm with their disaster,
While tainting your flairs of referenced clout,
And capabilities they can never master.
Uncle H-W: And where will all this ultimately lead,
With us being saddled with people we don't need?
Dr H-W: It'll lead to chagrin and health affliction
Of perpetual mourning and tragic ruination
Of our old life then arduous friction
With indelible stigma of association.
Mum36: No matter how hard we try, we'll never disguise
Meaning of the legal term "joint enterprise".
Mum12: Yes, it is a stigma!
Mum1: Tragedy!
Uncle H-W: A crime!
Dr H-W: It’s like being flooded with mountains of slime.
Mum7: Slime that's sticky and gaggingly reeks
Of unwadable manure that stinks on for weeks.
Mum64: They'll put us through shame, misery and strife.
Mum1: We'll wallow in missing our in flagrante life.
Mum19: They don't even know what that word means.
Dr H-W: That's one of the symptoms of inferior genes.
Mum1: And how does one call such medical bother?
Uncle H-W: It's Non-communicable Geney Disorder.
Mum4: Phew! Good you're unequivocal
And certain it's a "non"?
I’d dread to lose my eloquence,
Gentry and bon ton.
Mum83: So, how are we going with them to converse?
Uncle H-W: Simple words, then some hands, in pretense immerse.
Mum9: Oh, faithful accomplice, teach us how to pick
Best humanitarian stratagem and trick.
Uncle H-W: You just smile, distort, convolute and flatter,
Always act you care, yet truth's another matter.
Dr H-W: You can blindly honour vows of our pact,
Yet for the audience, keep gravitas intact.
Uncle H-W: And no obvious scorn, no visible taunt,
Apocryphal decorum is the face we want.
Mum55: Ahh…Good we have this chance to play by the books
Of global health experts, as easy as it looks.
Mum7: The garden of our love and happiness will wither
When them with their coarseness soon into it slither.
Mum9: (sob, sob) Our joy has been marred,
After a decade of working so hard!
We've never faltered on our missions...
Dr H-W: mmm...And I remember all the positions.
Mum7: We've toiled on our backs, knees and our hands
So that our children one day rule the lands
As the gravy train of henchmenship won't stop
Perched above the plebs and the world atop.
Mum36: I've been a good mum and an even better rider.
Dr H-W: And I've been more cunning that Mary Howitt's spider.
I approached all our talks with lots of preambles
Never hinting that it all was a pile of big shambles.
I never really cared for single of the sprog,
And when they asked me questions, shrouded them in fog.
I cringed at the crudeness and always made no bones
That I'd keep them far from societal thrones.
I'd graciously inch them to slippery slope,
And anoint with fiction and falsest of hope.
I always decoyed and kept a disguise,
And always pulled wool over their eyes.
I only ever did what I knew was right
I'd lead them astray and employ a bluff
While bravely trying with all of my might
To separate neatly wheat from the chuff.
Mum1: OMG! How fascinating!...those detailed accounts…
Mum15: Heart-warming and sprawling...
Mum4: I've never come across an opus that sounds
As tear-jerking, impressive and enthralling.
Mum27: I see that their tries were always futile,
And their attempts would never even tempt,
Your Magnificence into deserting
endless endeavour to shun them and pre-empt.
Dr H-W: I showered them with fibs, confusion and doubts
Pushing them firmly into their place,
And shielding you all from those brutes and louts,
I'd vanish their hopes without a trace.
With saccharine words I enchanted hollow brains
And under the pretext of granting a gift
Of all their lives I seized the full reins,
Then prudently and calmly cut them adrift.
I'd string them like puppets
And drive them round the bend,
While never disclosing
Their dreams were at dead-end.
I also confined them to a dark genetic alley,
Purporting I'm a saint, yet being a Machiavelli.
Mum19: Through this doom and gloom,
It sounds great fun!
Uncle H-W: Once again from us all,
My brother, well done!
Mum15: My dearest angel, your ingenious ploy
Has adorned my eyes with tears of joy.
Uncle H-W: I can't help but tell you in front of this crowd
How much of you our family is proud.
Mother1: I hope you rebuffed each of the mothers
And from your heart banished every kid.
Our pedigree needs no such sisters and brothers.
Dr H-W: By Eros Almighty, I swear I did!
Mum4: Never forget that we perfectly suit you!
Mum36: That our darlings you superlatively adore.
Mum27: That no other child should ever uproot you
In your appreciation of premier rapport.
.Mum1: Oh, my darling sweety, amid all the fuss,
Nothing outshines the synergy of us!
Mum55: Ohhhh, man! You always make me tick.
Your loyalty is almost as steadfast as your d...k
Mum64: I knew you kept our names from being dragged through the mud,
With all mendacious skills of best-quality stud.
Mum4: When we needed action, into action you've sprung...
Mum83: ...Knowing our future joys were tied to your tongue.
Mum1: Missing so much loving, I feared hittin' the bottle,
But you'd fly 'round the globe to get us in full throttle.
Mum15: And at Christmas, on a Boing sleigh,
You'd break through the walls of sleet and snow,
To reach in time us rolling in the hay
And give us all your Ho Ho Ho!
Mum36: Ohoho!
Mum4: Ho ho!
Mum19: And at Easter, while forsaking all those pests,
You'd converge upon us pulsating to a beat
Of a daddy eagle flying into his nests,
All with cheery chirping and eggshells replete.
Mum9: I appreciate he likes all your pups,
But mine seem to have taken most of his heart.
Mum17: Actually he tells me I've won all our Rider Cups
And he met my children as babies, for a start....
Mum12: I think I can sense your nefarious intention
To rub it in my nose at each truthful mention.
Mum64: My kiddos were older when to him we glided,
Just as carte blance he joyfully provided.
Mum9: Oh, come on, abdicate being dim,
Mine are the most spitting images of him.
Mum55: I sympathize fully with febrile reaction,
But with MINE he's had warmest interaction.
Mum27: All your delusions are idle and inane,
Before he met MY children his life felt a bane.
Mum83: All your untruths, robustly I condemn,
As he’d often call me “that crème de la crème”.
Mum9: I do not intend a nuisance to be
But the same jargon he aimed at me.
Mum7: Not that I endeavour to put you all to shame,
But his pillow whisper echoed me the same.
Mum15: It's not that your chimera I am poised to ration,
But I can detect men's undivided passion.
Mum36: He's always admired how my children shine
Amid figments of illusion, loud but asinine.
Mum7: I surely know that that is not true
As he's stuck to mine like Gorilla glue.
Mum15: Eat all your words as he told ME rather:
"Only your diamonds make me a father."
Mum4: I hate to intervene, but be quiet, I implore,
As even the uncle chose MINE to adore.
Mum64: Only I could feel dad's palpable zest
For loving MY children well above the rest!
Mum9: When his life was crowned with my precocious brood,
The line of his affections was definitely drawn,
To bicker with you, I'm not in the mood,
But I know he's captivated by cerebral brawn.
Mum36: Fantasize forever, but mine were not precluded
From simply being the best amongst the deluded.
Mum7: That yours mean a bit to him I am not denying,
But where do you get such latitude in lying?
Mum15: I'm trying to preserve all patience I can master,
And not warn your trance will end up in disaster.
Mum27: He has repeated time after time,
In no uncertain terms, as clear as can be,
Eyes to eyes, in sensual prime:
"You are the best thing that's happened to me".
Mum19: How dare you go on mendacious spree,
He must have been surely imagining ME!
Mum1: He has often told us he is in Utopia
When lowering his glance and getting diplopia.
Mum4: I know that I excel among shabby trysters
As he's always called me "supremo in bed",
But I just wonder what the absent sisters
To this debate might possibly add?
Mum27: I was calming down and then BAM!
Did you really need to mention THEM?
Mum1: This is all getting out of hand and plus,
Today's absent THEM are actually us.
Mum64: I refrain from making you feel bombarded,
But we should use THEM just for the discarded.
Mum36: I understand ...That's fine, but still…
Only I perfectly foot his bill.
Mum55: All this nonsense I struggle to believe.
Desist in inventing or I will up and leave!
Mum1: I know that truth hurts, absorbing it is tough.
Dr H-W: I think I've heard it all so now just ENOUGH!
What is the point in this discord surge,
When none of you I ever wanted to purge.
It is that THEM I picked for the deep,
While each one of you I wanted to keep.
You’d better resume without a frown,
Or I’ll huff and puff and blow your houses down!
Mum83: AAAAAAH! I hope your kindest heart they'll never exploit.
Dr H-W: You know too well that I'm so wise and adroit.
Mum4: They must never master single correlation
With your impeccable, grandee reputation.
Mum15: Our young have been thriving in the idyll we found!
Uncle H-W: Yes, and that is why we all lived "underground".
Dr H-W: And then we received this shattering jolt
That rendered all we'd built desolate and bar
Mum36: ...that came like out- of -the- blue a bolt
And crushed all our dreams we didn't want to share.
Mum27: They need to understand all that we attest -
That salient rules have long been set and laid.
Mum12: As the nouveau pushy they haven't been blessed With our sublime generational cascade.
Mum1: We ooze this panache, cultivation, charm...
Mum4: We have this demeanour that amply abounds
In unparalleled suaveness that can never harm
Anyone exterior to our societal grounds.
Mum19: The Hobson's choice they've dragged us upon
Left us just with nothingness to choose.
Uncle H-W: We used to con them, now have the world to con
And I am perturbed that they'll kill my Muse.
Mum1: They've disintegrated our genre into farce
Making tingly shivers deluge my spine!
Mum27: Pertaining to genealogy, hollow and sparse,
Them and us will never merge and align.
Dr H-W: Oh, all my Juliets, how I wish that we all could,
still just keep on lying and lying for good.
Mum64: Oh, my Romeo, you are the brightest star
That's ever in this world so dazzlingly shone,
One has not been born with you on the par
But even you know those days are sadly gone.
Mum83: Could you forget covert creation
Of all the memories that we devised?
Mum55: Could you mislay all the elation
That subtly we monopolized?
Mum4: Would you have the heart to undo
The tapestry of love we wove?
Mum7: Or let them plunder through and through
Our precious amore trove?
Mum9: Would you allow them to even dare
Tear up all our astute wits?
Mum12: Are you sure you'd let them share
With us all your priceless pieces and bits?
Mum15: Can you feel the effulgent glow of our match?
Mum1: The thrills of our company that are heavens-blazing?
Mum4: Having found us, de perfecto batch,
Do you plainly see that we are A M A Z I N G ?
Mum83: Could your heart, full to the brim
With love and fondness like no other
Squeeze us all out for their whim
Giving our hearts a seismic shudder?
Mum4: Do we still have your profuse attention?
Mum36: In your heart a prime and utmost place?
Dr H-W: Undoubtedly evermore, my beloveds,
As both I umpire and patent in this case.
Mum9: Their tribal habits must never supersede
Our camaraderie and deem it a goner.
You will preserve the riches of our creed
As jury and judge, our guiding Honour.
Uncle H-W: Wow! Wow! What do we do now?
Mum1: The misnomer phrase "love is all that matters"
Is something that I find ethereal and grinding.
Mum4: It's anachronistic in how it shatters
Fact that Sterling (£) sign is what is truly binding.
Mum55: All our machinations fitted like a glove...
Dr H-W: And deserving children got all daddy's love!
Uncle H-W: All your little gems we have loved and admired,
And theirs can just dream on of what you’ve acquired.
Mum1: How do I put it?...Find me words.....I despair!
Mum64: Do you mean our future's gone shaped like a pear?
Mum1: Oh, sister, you've cleared the dark,
That can only happen with my equal spark.
Mum19: All our munchkins are this exquisite breed
Patently too good to mix with mediocre seed!
Mum4: They think blood gives the right to demand inclusion
And among our kinsmen to run amock
With improvised weaponry of trespass and intrusion
Dr H-W: While all I wanted was peace, my flock.
Mum15: I still cannot fathom how they marshal
Xrumbs of that intellect to throw in a spanner
Into our works and not that I am partial
But I never thought of power of gauche manner.
Dr H-W: Those will cause trouble...They will pollute...
Mum1: Of us the reticent you should've followed suit.
Mum9: What if the truth comes out to espouse
The Eureka moment that gets others to re-think
Then mire our glory in salacious vows...
Mum36: Just shout "Sexism!" and we're violets that shrink.
Dr H-W: I am so sorry it's turned out this bad,
But I blabbed it out as a proud dad.
Mum9: Who's hurt you the most, my Divine?
Dr H-W: Vipers No 65 and 99.
Mum64: I thought the other day you said "62"
Dr H-W: She did it years before, these are both new.
Mum1: And have you made up with that "crazy 43"?
Mum4: Not that I am aware of as she's still at me.
Mum83: What happened to that one.... I think number in its 20s?
Dr H-W: She is still fully, comprehensively dementis.
Mum55: When exactly germinated on your side that thorn?
Dr H-W: Right around the time when my 86th was born.
Mum 4: Seeing that you are heading towards 384,
That must've been a very, long, long time ago.
Mum19: And number 13 pesters, as I may I recall?
Dr H-W: No, it 's the 11...and her brawl after brawl
Mum27: And the one who gives you quivers and tingles?
Dr H-W: You mean the one whose geezer said he’d cut off my jingles?
At first a cool babe to be she was deemed
Then showcased madness like it's running out of fashion.
Then one day her husband threateningly screamed
"I'll make you remember this unfinished session!"
Mum7: Wasn't that number 46 of 33 instead?
Dr H-W: No, that one had no husband but fiancé she had.
Stupid man, stormed in and saw red
Then made me dash hurting my flute
While all I did was warm up his bed
Totally unarmed in my birthday suit.
Mum15: Thank goodness your melody was not taken away
As million renditions we have yet to play.
Mum1: And the inconvenience that's No 58?
Dr H-W: She refused to accept I had many to rotate.
When one day I saw her to get my breeding fix
I let it slip that on her I wasn’t keen
And she started crying "We are done at SIX!”
That is how I lost my tennis-ball machine!"
Mum36: But then, sugar, we continued the streams
Better and bolder than you'd ever bred
Granting you copious gene supremes
Like off an industrial printer instead.
Dr H-W: Yes, you went on and on and endlessly so
on the Lazy Susan that would never stop
Incessantly screaming "I want more and more!"
Making me ablaze with the sound of POP! POP! POP!....
Mum55: You're incredibly lucky to have our team
Make your life louder than a Guy Fawkes' dream.
Mum64: And what about that one, especially mean?
Isn't it loser number 17?
Dr Dr H-W: It's number 37, and she gives me creeps.
Her meanness is growing in bounds and leaps.
It commenced as I had seeds to bury,
When she first demanded that her I marry.
When I said "No way, for that I aren't fit",
She just ducked down and my jewels she bit.
Due to that rare of judgement a glitch,
I found myself in need of a stitch.
Uncle H-W: Don't worry, brother, go with the vibe
And all intricacies will soon untangle.
Your' re lucky your Amazonian tribe
Will vindicate your prolific dangle.
Mum15: Thank goodness for the relief belated,
That primary function was never abated.
Mum1: Had the devil made it in cruel fate a twist
50 of our youngest would now not exist!
Mum4: How would we have coped with such joy reduction?
Your Fountain of Life is our weapon of hope destruction.
Mum27: Wow, wow, what would we do now?
Mum9: What about the one "long dusted and done"?
Dr H-W: I think you're talking about 41.
Oh, my Goodness, I'm not here to slate
But her literacy should be stepped up to plate.
Mum1: And what about the rest of numerical spin?
Dr H-W: To be very honest, straight for the bin.
Dull and unsightly…there's no room for negation
of their profound unsophistication.
And now we're forced to amend our approaches,
And drag them all out amid rats and cockroaches.
I solemnly declare we'll need a staycation
To deal with that level of infestation.
Mum64: You knew the dangers and should have resisted,
You knew how shallow and bity the ants,
All those bugs would never have existed
Had you simply kept your member in your pants.
Mum83: But your raison d'être we'll continue to be!
Mum15: Your guiding star that never fails!
Mum64: Flashbulb you need to set you free!
Mum4: Hurricane in your deflating sails!
Mum1: They can continue all their fuss,
But wheels on your vehicle we will remain.
Mum4: And this is one hell of a bus!
The length and breadth of a bullet train.
Uncle H-W: They can enjoy of their voices the sound
But the wheels on our bus will go round and round
round and round.
Mum1: Round and round!
Mum19: The wheels on our bus go round and round
Mum 55: All life long!
Mum9: It may sound pompous, but is ultimately true
That we'll always worship perfection of you.
Mum4: Oh! Your honourable presence in world's major cities
While juggling all the balls within our pact
Aavouring all our endless bees and kitties
Miraculously with your sizzling tongue intact.
Mum1: You are the paragon of what a doctor should be,
The marvel of the Hippocratic oath and more.
The shroud of us fits you to a tee
While your offspring halo allows you to soar,
And catapults you with a mighty screech
To the elite heights that very few can reach.
Mum12: Your regimen of love for righteousness is famished
With pathology that leaves your integrity unblemished.
Mum15: Your resilience, fortitude, profusion...
Mum7: The laser-sharp wisdom with laudable speed
Without a scintilla of doubt or confusion
You are a manual our each child should read.
Uncle H-W: We're incredibly lucky to have
An endless plethora of cushioned protections,
From world's apex illuminati
Of dubious values, yet strong connections.
Mum83: We want to remain the diamonds of your life.
Mum19: Cherry on your cake continue to be.
Mum27: We want all the attention in splendour that is rife
Like that glowing topper on my Christmas tree.
Mum1: No matter how deep and potent all this hurt
The pupil of your eye we'll always remain
Just, please don't ever tell us, don't ever assert
That all the rompy- pumpy was thoroughly in vain.
Mum9: Please adhere to these honest plights...
Mum64: …or we may unleash some unwelcome bites!
Mum4: We will commend you ever more and more
for not foreseeing that this would arise.
Mum9: Yes, we'll repeat that, ostensibly so,
But in the future, stick to the eyes!
Mum55: I proudly announce the enlightening birth
Of the world record we coyly profess,
That no bodily organ on this finite earth
Has ever created THIS level of mess.
Dr H-W: We will subdue all the pains
And juggle all the balls,
And all we've said here remains
Within the harem walls.
Mum12: For all the noble sake, let's remain strong!
Dr H-W: No matter how hard we act,
To us they won't belong.
Mum4: It felt so good marginalizing the lot
By agreeing to anything to keep our plan alive,
Clambering with body and mind to the apex spot
One that once we're in it, we'd triumphantly thrive.
Mum55: Oh the joyous ecstasy of making their dreams sham!
Dr H-W: Excuse me! Wasn't it all as Adonis I am?
Mum1: Oh, well...Maybe...Feel free to believe
That you are all that you think you are.
Devoid of imagination it's hard to conceive
That you would have ever got nearly this far.
Mum36: He he he!
Mum9: Ha ha ha!
Mum64: And all our de lux children,
Grind your teeth and smile,
Hide the truth and to all the questions,
Retort your parents' style.
Mum1: (sob, sob) I'm crushed
And so under the weather,
But let us not forget that we are...
All: All in it together!
