The young woman struggled,
she pushed and bore down.
She was covered in sweat
when they first saw the crown.
The doctor, with forceps,
Tried to coax the newborn
Into the light from the
womb dark and warm.
What came next was amazing,
a wonder to see.
The obstetrician so shocked
He nearly dropped the baby.
A cute baby boy-
There no cause for alarm-
and his miniature wings
Merely add to his charm.
This cuddly cherub
hovered feet off the ground.
The umbilical cord
All that kept him earth bound.
His wondering mother
Was clearly perplexed,
For none of her lovers
had been winged’ sexperts.
True, one was named “Angel”,
her Swedish masseuse,
but, apart from good hands,
he’d been of little use.
Perhaps that old goat
With the lengthy Greek name
Who muttered “by Zeus”
Every time that he came.
Not that it much mattered
Not here or not there
Still there’s no denying
Her boy’s got a pair.
Dec 18, 2011
Dec 18, 2011 at 7:59 PM UTC
The young woman struggled,
she pushed and bore down.
She was covered in sweat
when they first saw the crown.
The doctor, with forceps,
Tried to coax the newborn
Into the light from the
womb dark and warm.
What came next was amazing,
a wonder to see.
The obstetrician so shocked
He nearly dropped the baby.
A cute baby boy-
There no cause for alarm-
and his miniature wings
Merely add to his charm.
This cuddly cherub
hovered feet off the ground.
The umbilical cord
All that kept him earth bound.
His wondering mother
Was clearly perplexed,
For none of her lovers
had been winged’ sexperts.
True, one was named “Angel”,
her Swedish masseuse,
but, apart from good hands,
he’d been of little use.
Perhaps that old goat
With the lengthy Greek name
Who muttered “by Zeus”
Every time that he came.
Not that it much mattered
Not here or not there
Still there’s no denying
Her boy’s got a pair.
Call this a flight of fancy
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