Written by Perverse Psychology

Photograph by  Evan Dennis

Photograph by Evan Dennis

So, let me get this right . . . 
One night, Daddy planted a seed in Mummy? 
Inside her tummy? 
In an Egg! 
Was it runny or scrambled or fried? 
I’ve tried to understand… 
But how can an Egg, and how can a seed
Have a cuddle in Mummy and then make me? 
I don’t look like a chicken
I don’t look like a tree, 
I don’t have any feathers
I don’t have any leaves. 
I find it hard to believe, 
I think you’re telling me lies…. 
Ok, next question… 
What happens when we die? 

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