I was fast long before I was born
Then resented for tooting my horn
With my strong swishing leg
I was first at the egg
All the other sperm bathed me in scorn
When reflecting on what I had done
How by crushing my rivals was fun
Yet here decades later
No longer a hater
I’ve been wishing another sperm won
About the Creator
Earl W. Pearl
I’ve been writing poetry (rhyming mostly) since about 2014 and have recently transitioned to writing novels and short stories. My poetry genres are faith, humor, social issues, politics, pretty much any subject matter.
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