Inspired by some boffin's hypothesis that in 10 million years the human male will be extinct. That wonderful telescope, Hubble, Has spotted a planet, a double Of ours, but the data (so says its translator,) Suggests that that world is in trouble. It seems that that faraway zone Is peopled by women alone, And blokes are extincter Than dinosaur sphincters, As all reproduction's by clone. But now the whole place is in hell, From what NASA scientists tell, You may think it tosh, But these tarts now can't wash, And they're getting oppressed by the smell. So can we please send 'em a man, And get him there quick as we can, And rid their oppression, So they can refreshen, Once bath spiders flush down the pan. Spiders are a man's best friend.
Thursday, September 16, 2004