The Mantis Sonnet

Was never a myth so firmly in place,
As the praying mantis' deadly embrace,
She loves her man like we love food,
Hunger is her only mood.
The inhibition in his head,
Is shed the moment he is dead,
He sows his seed for all his worth,
So that his future can take birth.

Evolution has a thousand means,
Death cannot stop our selfish genes,
But many a mate does get away,
To live and love another day,
Another day, another wife,
Yet human myth, it keeps its life!

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