Thanks to hc for getting this thread goinG;
So white and weeny small, all screwed up,
You started your day in a sterilised Chinese cup.
Naughty Wives, Penthouse, Mayfairs, Dirty Desmond galore,
Assisted your release just in time for,
A walk down a hallway, on our way to see,
A Nanjing nurse who would take you away from me,
In a rubber-gloved grip, you'll go to a lab,
Where you'll move into a syringe, and prepare for the stab,
No silky panties to pass, Up through the vagina and the cervix,
Into the uterus you'll fly in a fix.
Here you'll hang out for as long at it takes,
For Sqad's AB girlfriends to ovulate.
When you see the egg, you'll swim like hell,
And if you get through, we'll think that's swell.
Some dual-headed, and others two-tailed,
We'll hope in two weeks that you will not have failed.
So relax while you can in your warm little vial,
Because soon enough you'll begin your trial.
Now ends my poem about insemination,
I hope real soon Sqad get lots of AB congratulations.