She wanted to be a mother -

The final touch -

Towards their picture of domestic bliss

They failed, though, the audition

For adoption



"What can I do" he thought

"To keep the peace"

"What can I do" he thought

"To keep her in one piece?"

A baby, it seemed, could be a solution

She couldn't have a baby though



He reached into his briefcase

And prepared to write a cheque

To some unknown girl

Living a hundred miles away

He'd simply seen an advert

Saying "womb for sale...."



It didn't matter that much

About her background

As long as she could provide

The means

For birth:

The baby born, the cheque signed

The baby delivered....

Problem solved