The Curmudgeon

YOU'LL COME FOR THE CURSES. YOU'LL STAY FOR THE MUDGEONRY.

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Their Great Achievement

O mothers, we send you our loving
Today when we honour your role,
Your great, saintly virtue in shoving
Some squalling flesh out of a hole.

You nurtured your uterine tumours
For all that your DNA's worth,
To blossom as fragrant consumers
Adorning this ape-ridden Earth.

Each fighting so all of the others
May starve so that some can grow fat,
While breeding new fodder. O mothers,
We certainly thank you for that.

Mo Foe

2 Comments:

  • At 7:33 pm , Anonymous Anonymous said...

    Bookmarked. Thank you. My feelings exactly.

     
  • At 9:56 pm , Blogger Philip said...

    Thanks. Inexplicably enough, Hallmark aren't returning my calls.

     

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