baby hole stroll

(ending A to be soon framed on the wall of every Planned Parenthood in America!)

One indolent day a baby hole
floated forth and went for a stroll
Baby poles were bouncing around
searching for that baby hole sound
Baby hole sashayed for a few
Smelled one so right, knew just what to do
She pulled that pole so deep inside
for an hour-long baby pole ride
When it exploded she held on tight
Pulsation elation, shudders of delight
Pole deflated and sighed to slumber
Hole floated on, leaving her number
There was no scolding, nor tongue-wagging
There was no controlling, cajoling, or bragging
There was no nervousness, nor any fear
No anxiety o'er the coming calendar year
No paths upside down, or dire demands made
No lives inside out, or grasping games played
ENDING A:
Pole and hole harmonious inside
for baby hole had her fallopian tubes tied!
ENDING B:
To what do pole and hole owe harmonious thanks?
Industrial pollution has made pole shoot blanks