ME, MY WIFE, AND OUR BABY BOY// CLAIM EACH OUR PART OF LIFE'S AVAILABLE JOY.// WE HOPE THE WORLD'S END IS NOT "DESTROY."
Copyright © 2018 by Marvin Cohen

I gave my sperm to evolution
via its reproduction agency.
Not that it's an emergency.
Evolution can do without me
and keep perpetuating itself
without my spermatic help,
which resulted in a nice baby boy
who gives both wife and me such infinite joy.
But we can't regard him as a toy.
He's very real in his own right.
If we disobey him, he puts up a fight
until we must give in.
He puts up two cheeks for wife and me to kiss
on both sides, so we can't miss.
To cap success, we give each other a kiss.
I'm glad my wife is no longer a miss,
so the baby's legitimacy is beyond doubt,
though he'll grow up without a capitalistic clout.
But we'll train him not to be a lout.
After all, what is life all about?
Not just money, but prestige too,
to avoid making humans a mockery zoo.
Good luck, reader, from me to you,
and my dear wife salutes you too.
But not that darling, my boy.
Right now, he spits on his toy
and is easily forgiven by wife and me.
Long live his lovely life, and he's free
despite his obvious dependency.
He'll apologize or forgive later
and find a wife and mate her
to make evolution slightly greater.