Poem -

aye miss the trials and tribulations of expectant fatherhood

aye miss the trials and tribulations of expectant fatherhood

no emotionally ecstatic experience compares 
   to the seminal instance 
   whence spermatozoa 
   (from profuse ejaculation) beget

the miraculous propensity 
   to procreate despite the steep odds 
   female fertility fosters potential impregnation 
   fusing the hereditary debt

of feral, fiery, fomenting friskiness 
   fueling fancy free footloose fornication 
   prior to seminal fertilization union 
   sans ova doth induce fret 
full ness in tandem with 

   diametrically opposed exultant sensations 
   (biologically, embryonically, microscopically, 
   et cetera) seismic shocks inject  
when deliberate intent arises to disregard 

   applying prophylactics choice 
   plying reproductive roulette let
which analogous fruitful uterine plain 
   bastes the "cooking" egg omelette  

which impregnation upends cessation of "self" 
   first and foremost asper desire to breed
wrenching role of "me" as operative 
   of webbed world de jure upon 
   consummating that most miraculous deed 

necessitating yet for the fecund female relief 
   from messy menstrual cycle 
   she becomes temporarily freed
that perhaps a novitiate (or even a gal practiced 
   in the euphoric family, she instinctually 
   abides prenatal signals that heed

without feeling debased, harangued, lectured 
   pedagogical, polemical, puritanical, et cetera blast
assessing copulation enjoyed gloriously, 
   ineluctably, kinesthetically 
   lectured by elder, especially cast

in thee reel life drama, that nine months 
   til offspring utters initial whimper 
   elapses exceptionally fast
emitting a radiant golden halo wishing 

   to bottle confluence of hormonal secretions last 
ideally fully awake to the birthing process, 
   when juiced the first stage of maternity past
cuz every moment thee inconsolably 

   (perhaps colicky infant) 
   gets first dibs to suckle, 
   which round the clock nursing 
   consumes moments many vast.

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