A Moment Of Fun

It was regrettably a moment A moment of fun Right under the sun As I try to run Captivated by fear The harm is already done I wonder which gender will be born Where was that elastic Known by its other name as condom? Sporadic thoughts storm my brain cells I better prepare a futuristic story to tell Will it be a boy or girl? An unwanted birth On my cranky old bed set Where bodies have mixed up And churned up in anticipated sweat I regret, I fret I regret, I fret Realising the damage I rage, low on wage and engage In remorseful thoughts My thirst has been quenched and trenched Was it worth it? Behold No! Did I need it? Behold Yes! The left overs are the fruit of my labour The consequences are my only neighbour At this time I need a saviour How can I bring a child up all alone? What direction have the warm winds blown? In a moment of fun I lost but he won Now he is on the run