Lascivious Limericks

Ahem...

There once was a Simian Farmer,
Whose wife sported chastity armour.
He spoke in her ear,
And then plied her with beer,
With a promise that fain would he charm 'er.

Farmer's efforts at first seemed for naught,
Twas his wife's ministrations he sought!
With a wink and grin,
He slipped himself in,
And now a new Simian's begot!

In lieu of another overlong post like the one I used to announce the commencement of our erstwhile attempts at procreation, I thought something shorter would be more appropriate (if less tasteful) to broadcast the fact that all I have to do is breathe the same air as my wife and she gets pregnant.

I've been sitting on this knowledge for almost a month (replete with angst and much gnashing of teeth), waiting for her first doctor's appointment (this afternoon), which went as smoothly as could have been hoped.  Mark yer calendars for the first bit of March 2006: there's another baby coming down the canal...

Comments

[Paul]

Great shot, kid! That was [two] in a million.

[fv]

sweeet

[Penny]

You closet romantic, you!!! Such touching verse, truly!!! Congrats!!!

[Alec Lynch]

"Great work kid!" is really one of those lines that can really change with the addition of a comma or two.

Happiest congratulations.

[Jenn]

Oh! Oh! So exciting, Simon! Congrats to you and the lovely fertile blossoming Missus. P.S. LET THE MISSUS SLEEP A LOT, AND FEED HER WELL. Two kids: great for photo opps, but exhausting. Whew boy.

[Tina]

Way to go, Simon ... What great news !! All the best to you and the missus ... Tina