Thoughts on Cloning
 
Someday the labs will make routine
The methods used to clone me.
But when my own’s an irksome teen
I fear I might disown me.
 
The pious tell us that renascence
Is  province  of the Lord;
Tell that to piping hot pubescents
Back-seated in a Ford.
 
And when the making of a clone
Is  under our control,
We’ll get Jim Bakker on the phone
To fabricate its soul.

Reprinted with permission of "Lyric," 1998

Traditional, humorous

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