Just On a Whim

His name was Bill. Her name was Jane.
Both were liberals, exactly the same.
They worked each day in jobs so great;
Greedy were theirs, a liberal trait.

Jane became pregnant, heavy with child.
Bill was not happy and she was not wild.
So they sliced and diced the baby out;
Convenience motivated, no doubt.

George and Kay lived down the street.
They were liberals, so lovely and sweet.
They, too, had jobs they both adored;
Working hard for things to afford.

Kay became pregnant, heavy with child.
George was ecstatic and Kay went wild.
They built a new bedroom all painted light blue.
Their new daughter’s name would be Esther Sue.

So here you have it you scum sucking dhim,
A baby’s humanity does not depend on a whim.
The baby’s a real person just like you or me.
Well, maybe like me, questioning your humanity.