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This poem is often wrongly thought to be by Robert W Service. It is published here to the memory of Hugh Antoine D'Arcy, its rightful father.
An Evening with the Bard of the Yukon, July 18 th 2003 at 20.30pm in the Town-Hall of Lancieux, Brittany.
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The Biologic Urge

Published by Susan on 08/08/2003 (3343 reads)
Confound all aberrations which...

Confound all aberrations which
        Make men do foolish things,
Like buying bracelets for a bitch,
        Or witless wedding rings.
As if we had not woe enough
        Our simple souls to vex,
Without that brand of trouble stuff
               We label Sex.

Has science not the means produced
        For human propagation,
By artificially induced
Then every man might be a priest,
        And every maid a nun . . .
Oh well, as chaste as they at least,--
               But nix on fun.

Just think how we would grow in grace
        If lust we could exclude;
Then innocence might take its place,
        --Well, in a sense it could.
How we would be forever free
        From passions that perplex!
What peace on earth if only we
              Could outlaw Sex!

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