A bird with feathers and long legs <br />is known to people as a stork. <br />The question whether storks lay eggs <br />was settled once, back in New York. <br /> <br />A lady had put sugar cubes <br />at home, out on the window sill <br />she was attractive, had great boobs, <br />but on some mornings did feel ill. <br /> <br />The cubes were to improve her chance <br />of getting lucky, have a kiddo. <br />Each morning she would quickly glance <br />out to the ledge. She was a widow. <br /> <br />She figured that she could succeed <br />without the services of males, <br />by giving the old stork a feed, <br />they say cubed sugar never fails. <br /> <br />Lo and behold, late Fall was mild, <br />all eaten were the sugar lumps. <br />The neighbours knew she was with child, <br />a girl gets pregnant if she humps. <br /> <br />Yet, they adored her, like a daughter, <br />her spouse had died the year before <br />from fluoridated drinking water. <br />They do not use it anymore. <br /> <br />A single girl without a man, <br />a bottleneck without a cork. <br />Yet it is obvious one can <br />become a mother through the stork.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-stork-and-the-single-girl/
