Looking After the Little Ones (Poetry)

The urge to have a baby
illogically depends
on vague maternal instincts
when Mother Nature sends
a tidal wave of longing
for something to protect —
this battering by hormones
confounds the intellect.

They may look sweet as cherubs —
these vampires in disguise —
who suck up time and money
too late, then, to be wise —
you’re saddled with a creature
that dominates your home —
it rules you like a tyrant —
you’ve no life of your own.

The Earth’s too full already —
there’s not enough to feed
the growing population —
it’s well-past time to weed —
cut back — reduce the numbers
before the bridges break
so put a ban on babies —
for everybody’s sake!

Budgies are less stressful —
fish and hamsters, too —
there’s hosts of homeless critters
who could fill the need in you
to nurture — all those puppies
and poor unwanted cats —
you’re much better off with bunnies
than a bunch of squealing brats!