Birds & Bees

What I gathered from the playground
Made little sense to me,
Crazy theories flying round
About the birds and bees.
One day my poor father
Did what to him was never done,
He cautiously approached me
Saying 'Can I have wee word son?'�
So we went up to his bedroom
And gently shut the door,
He looked like facing certain doom
One he'd never faced before.
He told me to sit down
Saying 'Let me tell you son.'�
Nervous, looking all around
'We've agreed, me and yer mum.
You're old enough now to grasp
How you came to be,'�
I let out a little gasp,
'You were put there by me.
You see daddies have a long bit
And eh. mummies have a chasm,
And daddies long bit, emits,
Seeds during love like spasms.'�
I looked at my da, quite perplexed
He failed to meet my gaze,
'So you and ma had sex?'�
My father looked amazed.
'You know about the birds and bees?'�
My father asked surprised,
'Of course I do,'� said I to he
'I'm twenty fucking five.'�

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