An Ezra Pound or Two

Extra Pound

Pound gazed upon his body one fine day,
And found himself in a soon-famed family way,
Truly a strange, odd, weird peculiar thing,
With male ding hung, not woman's absent unding,
And he never-the-less gave birth the natural way.


Post-Script: I think this one doesn't work because it doesn't press the reader to submit to the limerick rhythm. Maybe I'll work on it. Anyway, this is obviously the 'fictive' Pound.