Murphy’s Law

Back in the old days, so the story goes
There was a man called Murphy  – a legendary gigolo
Who made his wife pregnant – which is no special feat
But his friends who cheered him were not indiscreet.

They rubbed his wife’s belly, and they “oohed” and they “aahed”
And just make sure they did not disregard
Murphy’s grand effort, on his excellent job
They knelt down in front and rubbed over his knob.

The word passed around that this was the rule
To show appreciation you must stroke his tool
It didn’t take long for the whispers to begin
That Murphy’s schlong was quite large with all the bufferin’.

Women from all over came to wish congratulations
And sure enough that rubbing would lead to copulation
Pregnancies skyrocketed as Murphy would just breed
And all that would praise him, he would fill up with his seed.

It became so bad and it was obvious to see
That all the boys and girls belonged to the same family
And when that generation started to marry and spawn
A whole land full of mutants was suddenly born!

It was quickly outlawed, the rubbing of glands
And the mutants were hoarded from all ‘cross the land
The thrive in the south, and remain self-impregnated
And that is the story of how rednecks were created!