Each man, this fact is now believed
is by the gods on Mars conceived,
while women hail from planet Venus
which would explain away the Penus,
thus I propose that evolution
unveiled a valid substitution
thus wiping out most menaces
through sheer parthenogenesis.
Which is of course the selfish touch
and not appreciated much
by spinsters, straights and obstreticians
and bleeding souls on urgent missions.
The Isle of Lesbos sees the worth
of manless life on this big earth,
the citizens (all female gender)
are nude and featherless and tender
though now and then some hirsutism
defies all thought of Darwinism,
but, as you may appreciate
the thought of life without a mate
from those who carry dangly bits
intrigues the workers in the pits
as well as those who see their Mons
as private, not a public Pons.
God took his eye once of the ball
and Eve, as far as I recall
allowed the apple thing (you know)
which shocked her when she saw it grow
from shrunken soldier to a stag
surrounded by a dufflebag.
That's when the scorn of God arose
and both were told in earnest prose
to leave the gardens in a shame,
he also stripped them of their name.
And, being mean, God then decreed
that Adam had to spill his seed
into the cavernous insides
of Eve, late on September's ides.
Then, fretting thirty-two long weeks
while foetus an escape route seeks,
she does become an invalid
until the force pops out the kid.
Which, mind you, is an act with pain,
it'd drive a normal man insane.
So, as you hopefully can see,
parthenogenesis, to me
would bridge the giant gap between
and keep the pimples off a teen.
The road between old Mars and Venus
would be renamed P-One for Penus.

Herbert Nehrlich 2

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