Free Will Hath Limitations Poem by matthew harris

expectant motherhood
doth generate aurorean
glowing halo, inducing
jubilant kickstarter lil bean,

administering capitalone
earthlinked joyful lyft,
natural pheromone readying cerulean
tommorrow, venerated x2c gleam
zinging bounteous

dizzying feelings hormones houseclean
jackanapes leviathon nestling
pinterestinly interocean
reaching terminus vista

xing zee birth canal mien
doctor Fallopian
helps jiggle little nymphean
possibly ranking

topnotch venerated olympian
x-ray zooms
bringing developed fetus healthily seen
joyful loving neuro
logically plain resplent teen
knee weeny tiny
vaunted xpn zing baby dripping vasoline
like goo fully gesticulating happy jolly newborn.

Which miracle whipped purely by chance
given reason to the most orthodox
to sing and dance,
sans said singular biological
phenomenon does enhance

freshly minted parents,
or mommas and papas genetic grants
who already passed along
to a brood of offspring
gushing with excitement
akin to fire hydrants
spewing forth fountain head

treasuring such Kodak moment,
cuz such instance
and subsequent tender
wonderful blessed
Instamatic reverent cherished instants
will zip at greased lightening speed lance

sing remembrance of things past
during twilight years,
an eye blink those yesterday,
and upon being centenarian,

doddering fogie gripping hold,
hugging intensely, indubitably decrying
how quickly of decades long ex pants
didst elapse, when tendering

to a coliciky, finicky,
inscrutably lemony offspring
wishing infant would grow up already,

now his tis aged father or mother
hood doth rants
at father time, he doth access
without a word an excel lent
power point demonstrattion
with near vertical line brevity
of how mortality slants.