The Killer Sperm
I am a canny killer sperm
Who lurks about the womb;
I make the idle squeal and squirm
And send them to their doom.
Perhaps I'm not a pretty sight,
But then, that is My Job -
To punish tail-end-charlies, bite
The shirker and the slob.
They rush into my killing zone
As up a dirty pipe.
I am not programmed to condone
Such grubby guttersnipe.
A lucky breeder passes by
Into the murky void,
I let it pass, for I must lie
To nab the unemployed.
If I should catch a little lout
Not suitable to mate,
I flush the tiny horror out
And wipe him from the slate.
I have a passion to achieve
My admirable task.
I have no passion to conceive.
To bask is all I ask.