So white and small, and all screwed up,
You started your day in a sterilized cup.
Playboys, Penthouse and Hustlers galore,
Assisted your release just in time for,
A walk down a hallway, on our way to see,
A 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 a stab,
Up through the vag, and through the cervix,
Into the uterus you'll fly in a fix.
Here you'll hang out for as long at it takes,
For my wife 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 we'll get lots of congratulation.