An Ode from Ur-Dad
While off to meander
The vale of Neander
I once took a gander at some lovely gal.
She was low in the hip
And smart as a whip,
But that brow ridge! It made me her pal.
I said, "Though I'm cro-magnon,
I'll be yer companion,
If you'll join me now down in the valley."
With a come-hither look,
My comparatively frail hand she took,
And we down toward the river did sally.
With no hint of neurosis,
We danced the meiosis,
And maybe a tango or two.
And that's why knuckle-dragger
Snips, like a stone dagger
Enhancing your swagger,
Now make you a bragger
'bout the chromosomes that she left to you.