Stirling Stork: A Poem

May 2, 2013 at 7:04 pm (Poetry) (, , , , )

On the beach this week I’ve encountered Stirling Stork

who eats small fish with his beak and not with a fork

until this week I’d never seen a stork in real life

just saw it in drawings and photos so rife

with the explanation

that defied imagination

this is where babies come from

delivered by storks 

over whose chimneys they come.

Such was the story to small children given

by parents whose thoughts were driven

by keeping childhood innocence alive

lost in an age where videos and commercials

are where profits intersect with the sexual drive.

 

 

-A poem written by Christopher

 Thursday evening

 May 2nd 2013.

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