Introduction

All scenes depicted in this poem are true representations of actual events (Really. It's my SHORT-term memory that's stuffed.)

Mammaories of Birth

Heavenly sleep
in this womb I call home
Though maybe
just a little alone

When suddenly
from my embrionic slumber
I find myself
being wrenched asunder

By a great big claw
in rubber glove
And a ferocious voice
yelling "SHOVE GIRL!, SHOVE!!"

With all my might
I resist its gain
But alas, alas
it's all in vain

For after one last great
pelvic thrust
I'm on the floor
all covered in dust

But I won't give in
return I must
To that one true home
for which I lust

So, following a quick
prayer to the lord (they get ya early these Catholics)
I climb
up my umbilical chord

And upon seeing that deep red (here comes the sex)
vagina fire
I experienced my very first
sexual desire

But midway through
my desperate lunge
I was confronted
by a great big sponge

Which proceeded to wipe me
free from slime
As I despaired at having reached
'the end of the line'

BUT!, my despair soon turned
back into lust
For those two big tits
that were before me thrust

No more have I thoughts
of longing for home
For with women out here
I won't be alone

Copyright; Vince Venero
Email: vino@accsoft.com.au