Nine months of tingling for ‘It’

Education before birth without a license

To bring forth a Magnum Opus of the sixth sense

Nine months of tingling for ‘It’ ♥ makes sense

 

New gametes for a much roundlier Sphere

Purposeful sincere Immaculate Conception

Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, think it up ♥

 

Science of conceiving and receiving existence

Infused aptitudes, childhood not to be confused

Nine months of tingling for ‘It’ ♥ makes sense

 

Exquisite pregnancy for a new twinkle

No panic at all in the overjoyed womb

Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, think it up ♥

 

In effervescence of redeeming the essence

Infantile for a mastermind of prescience

Nine months of tingling for ‘It’ ♥ makes sense

 

Epiphany of a divining seed of honey

Sprouted at the rhythm of matrix harmony

Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, think it up ♥  

 

Holy-spirited at first sight, hearing all-ears

Haloed of a smell aura for his sixth senses

Nine months of tingling for ‘It’ ♥ makes sense

 

Nine months of prose to be in symbiosis

Burgeons of taste to touch your twin tit-n****e-bits

Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, think it up ♥

 

Under the same roof as you, ‘It’ can’t stay at rest

‘It’ dozes the next world at each hour of nap

Nine months captive legitimate mum

 

Not for one sole speck or spot at all

Adoptive of the Georgia Guidestones

Nine months of thrill would no longer have sense

Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, think it up ♥

Nine months of tingling for ‘It’ ♥ makes sense

Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, up and coming!