The Curmudgeon

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

Sunday, March 06, 2016

Her Duty and Privilege

On this your day, once more your offspring greet
The purest essence of parental grace,
With gratitude for adding to the race
Ourselves, your spawn, who make your life complete.
Purveyor of the uterus and teat,
You've helped to fill the world's excessive space
And earned, in hearts and minds, your rightful place
Among the breeders of our nation's meat.

On this your day, let it once more be seen:
Your woman's work most amply justified,
Perpetuating, through your noble chores,
Our noble selves. Squeezed from the womb so clean,
This generation's glory will abide,
And thus redeem that orifice of yours.

Bast Clotsy, Jr.

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