Storks

First piece of my own poetry to go on my blog, definitely not my best, but it's the most recent to date.

Storks
By: Me

Mommy,
Where do babies come from?

Well Timmy,
When a mommy and a daddy care for each other very much,
Or not so very much,
They sometimes hug each other at night and make loud noises.

Sometimes a mommy and daddy,
For the right price,
Will even wear leather pajamas and hit each other with whips.

Why would they hurt each other with whips?
That's mean!

You'd think Timmy,
You'd think.

But when they drink lots and lots of tasty orange juice,
Daddy can forget to wear his single special see-through sock,
And sooner or later,
When mommy uses the magical pill,
Your nasty little to-be brothers and sisters are zapped out of existence and go to a happy place.

I don't want them to go away!
They should stay and play with me!

Don't worry Timmy,
Sometimes the magical pill won't always work and the doctor will tell mommy and daddy that mommy is pregnant,
In which daddy will scream in joy things like "Oh Fuck" and "Goddamn it,"
That means "Yippee" and "boy oh boy!" in adult-language.

Daddy then pays your good old Uncle Sam to take care and support you in the future,
Now isn't that nice Timmy?

Wow!
It sure is!

That's not all though Timmy!
After a little while,
The smiling storks come to our home with a tiny basket,
And bring pretty little boys like you to the doorstep.,
Ring the doorbell,
And fly away snickering.

Is that really where babies come from?

Hell no,
You were adopted,
Now get back to your homework you little twat.