An Ode to Birth Control



It has been a good 5 years,

My trusted Merina,

Without you

I might have been a

Octomum or at the very least,

Converted to a seven seater beast.

So far thee well,

My trusted Merina,

Because of you,

I produced no more peena

While folk would say,

“Give it a whirl,

You never know, you might get a girl”

So see you around, my trusted old friend,

You did me well until the end,

And now if there is nookie,

It will not be

Until Mr Woog gets a vasectomy.