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POST-FETAL PEOPLE

Once there was a kingdom
Where all fetuses were loved.
But, once they became people,
They immediately were snubbed.

All eschewed the condom,
With, “Let Nature’s will be done.”
They prayed beneath the steeple
For each fetus, everyone.

Birth-control was banished;
Offenders were promptly jailed;
All rubber goods embargoed;
Sperm, thus proudly freed, was hailed.

After birth, love vanished;
The kingdom had done its part.
Neglect of newborns followed—
A post-partum change-of-heart!

Once these shameful truths leaked
Out beyond those castles walled,
The disbelief was rampant,
All rational souls appalled.

They say the practice reeked
Of hypocritical rot.
They say a needed transplant
In that kingdom they’d seek not.

Yea, this true tale is told
Of a kingdom lost in time.
The king it drew was “retro,”
With naught but a “fighmous nighm.”

Beware of leaders bold,
Who offer weird solutions.
Around you, on the metro,
Stand post-fetal intrusions.