My parents marital bed, twas very plentiful
Seeds of love did sprout, they were bountiful
Eleven babes were born, one short of a dozen
Fecundity they could tout, a tally so bountiful
A brood of progeny, fertile twas their pairing
Ever a large brood about, an abode bountiful
Each of the children, bringing a festival of mirth
Growing in nurture devout, truly quite bountiful
An endowment of pride, from a loving couple
A clan which did spout, of gifts most bountiful
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 6:32 AM UTC
My parents marital bed, twas very plentiful
Seeds of love did sprout, they were bountiful
Eleven babes were born, one short of a dozen
Fecundity they could tout, a tally so bountiful
A brood of progeny, fertile twas their pairing
Ever a large brood about, an abode bountiful
Each of the children, bringing a festival of mirth
Growing in nurture devout, truly quite bountiful
An endowment of pride, from a loving couple
A clan which did spout, of gifts most bountiful
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