Conception

[Jerrybaldy]

We are both still gasping for breath
and I am off to the bathroom
to get you tissue.
At rest now,
deep inside the race is on.
I feel there may well be
synchronised sperm
tails held high in perfect circles
as the pre-agreed winner
sails through,
as true as an arrow
flexing a tail muscle,
as the others woop woop
and sperm-mouth a
'Way to go'.
This months egg
is awaiting
the one in thirty million
and expecting something
pretty ****ing special.
#1 sperm swims up and
casually removes his goggles.
Egg is playing hard to get,
slightly hard boiled.
Sperm double back flips
and shows his tight black arse.
Casually leaning against an ovary
he lights them each a cigarette.
'Oh sperm'
'Oh egg'.
They join and quite ridiculously
they multiply
creating the completely
impossible.
We are both asleep now
dreaming of dead people.
Sperm's good mates are frantically
trying back stroke
in the killing fields,
the sheets.
His other mates are in a tissue,
on a journey
out to sea.
This is the miracle of life.
In the morning
more mates
are ingested,
before your first
rasher of bacon.

[Delta40]

lovely narration Jerry. All those little sacred spermies

[PrinceMyshkin]

Er, um, I was going to invite myself over for breakfast, but I think I won't after all. Good work, your Baldness! (And I mean the poem as well.)