At the gynaecologist’s rooms 2023

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The ultrasound we did last week
is something about which we should speak.
There's no doubt that your bundle of joy
is gonna be male – it's clearly a boy!
So we ought to do another test, I'd say.
You want to be certain that he won't be gay.
You've gone through a lot so that you can give birth.
You want him to bring happiness, joy and mirth.
The further tests don't cost much money.
The doctor's right. We should be certain, honey.
We don't want our son to turn out queer.
I'm sure you'll agree with me, my dear!

Well, Doctor, what'll the tests involve?
What do you do, this problem to solve?

It's no big deal, we take a little sample
of spinal fluid. Five mils is ample.
We send it along to the pathology lab
and there they spread it on a treated slab.
And so if the kid's gonna turn out queer
then the sample goes cloudy. If not, it stays clear.

It's as simple as that? How long would we wait?
We can take the sample now. Isn't science great?
We'll send it to the lab this afternoon,
and the result should come back fairly soon.

And what do we do if the test says he's gay?
Then you make an appointment for another day
and we'll inject you with some special stuff
that'll make sure the baby turns out tough,
a proper boy who'll be attracted to girls,
who won't wear your dresses and borrow your pearls.
A proper boy that won't be wussy
who'll later show a proper interest in pussy.
It's totally effective. You needn't worry.
The procedure's a bit sore, but you won't be sorry.
Then we'll do another test. We'll proceed with caution.
If the treatment doesn't work, we can do an abortion.

Isn't it wonderful? Isn't it great?
In ten years time the whole world will be straight.
We'll have eliminated the faggot curse.
They'll be gone along with all their habits perverse.
Not a single specimen of that variety
need remain on Earth to bedevil society.

We're oh so grateful to you, Doctor Morry.
Very relieved that we don't need to worry!
As, we are sure, are all of your clients,
to have you provide them the benefits of science.

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