The morning on the car's radio, between coffee and a mouthful a microwaved bagel, a woman in Mexico had just died, who birthed 57 children naturally, free of fertility drugs, only many old men. She had doubles, triples, tripes of multi-faced singles, lineal descents by learning the hard way, a mutiplication table producing 100 grand-kids to join in saying good-bye.
Yes, I was going for a different poem to see exactly what I could write about. Thank you guys for the wonderful comments, and keep commenting I appreciate it, especially from you Balladeer. P.S: when are you going to write a poem about me Balladeer?
Now let's see - with approximately 35 fertile years - 57/35 = approximately 1.6285714 children per year.....yeah - that makes sense - YIKES!!......;(
------------------ Nay, if our wits run the Wild-Goose chase, I am done: For thou hast more of the Wild-Goose in one of thy wits, Than I am sure I have in my whole five. ~ ²1592 Wm. Shakespeare ~ Romeo & Juliet ~ ii. iv. 75