8th November 2013

Sonnet 6

We've got these rogue genetics to deface

From our breeding slots ere we be distilled:

Make some sweet vials, put treasure some place

With selfie treasure, ere it be self killed.

That use is not amoral usury

Which happies those whom don't like Nature's loan -

That's why we need to bred another thee

(It may take ten of you to make that one)

Plus ten times of me - it's happier art

If ten times of us equals me plus thee;

We get to choose the norm from which we depart

Cherry picking breeds sweet posterity.

Eyes - blue or green?  Skin - red, black , brown or fair?

Nature's debt's made good in test tubes of heir.