There was a sadwhinonamed Craaig:
His self-pity had started to beg.
"Why me?" he would chant.
"Their fault!" he did rant.
But they're slippery -- that sperm and that egg.
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This was me. I wrote this to remind myself, in a humourous way, that self-pity is a waste of time and mental energy. We have all got to play the cards we're dealt in life.
Submitted:Apr 5, 2007 Reads: 197 Comments: 4 Likes: 2
There was a sadwhinonamed Craaig:
His self-pity had started to beg.
"Why me?" he would chant.
"Their fault!" he did rant.
But they're slippery -- that sperm and that egg.
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