A doc by the name of LeGatch
had for Rhonda been such a good catch
but his mind was confused
and his spirit enthused
as her neat and symmetrical snatch.
She was ready each night, also waiting,
she would tease him then tried on some baiting,
yet the doc would not dance
and his lad was in trance
he had never considered a mating.
He would stick in his fingers, then hands
feel for wetlands and functional glands,
when he reached in to deep
she was ready to weep
as the reader I’m sure understands.
But the doc, searching deep undercover,
did not care if she wanted a lover,
he would probe in her mink
as his job was to think
and he stayed there, contented to hover.
Well, my boys, this lame doc found the key!
He had dropped in his wedding band, see!
Which resulted of course
not in any divorce
but the birth of the I U D.
How it works is the question you raise,
I shall answer by using a phrase
that would never offend
either doubter or friend
so please listen to Nature’s own ways.
Once a fish from the duffle’s inside
has commenced his testosterone ride,
if he makes number one
then the breeding is done
and the woman is truly a bride.
To avoid an unwanted appearance
of a rival to cause interference
while the first one is groomed
all the rest must be doomed
you could say it is perseverance.
Hence the intra-u-ter-ine device
counteracts the intentions of rice,
like a guard at the gate
he will never debate
as his squad has been labelled the Vice.
