VILLANELLE OF THE SERIAL SPERM DONOR

I have sired more young than Genghis Khan.

I went into a room with a cup and magazine.

I haven’t ever met a single one.

I did it for a dollar, I thought it might be fun.

I didn’t think, at first, that it would mean

I’d sire more young than Genghis Khan.

Spread out my offspring on a lush suburban lawn,

You wouldn’t see one little blade of green—

But I’ve never met a single one.

At any given moment, twenty ovens, twenty buns

Rising like the beanstalk from the bean.

I have sired more young than Genghis Khan.

No one tells me where it is that all my seed has gone.

It’s just as well, they’re only genes.

I don’t ever want to meet a single one.

I like to go to bars at night, I like to cruise for cun.

I really dig the swingin’ singles scene.

I have sired more young than Genghis Khan.

I don’t think I’ve ever met a single one.