The wife, still peeling rootabagas <br />is thinking of a trip to Vegas. <br />Next room her hubby making noise, <br />he still behaves like all the boys. <br />She checks, what are you up to sweet <br />I'm killing insects, clean and neat. <br />Have you succeeded yet my man? <br />Oh yes,5 dead ones in the pan. <br />Do you my love, distinguish though <br />between the sexes, quid pro quo? <br />Oh yes, three were the female type <br />two of the scruffy males, all ripe <br />for death as found here in this house, <br />so do not worry, lovely spouse. <br />How can you, father of my son <br />determine gender, honeybun, <br />oh that is easy, two sat here <br />on top of my big can of beer, <br />the other three, relaxed and prone <br />were on the kitchen telephone.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich 2<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gender-issues/
