SPONTANEOUS GENERATION

When Mr. Mueller saw them at the Mall, 
next to the pool accessories, he had
his doubts.  They didn't look like girls at all,
but more like dried-up worms (which, as a lad,

he'd always been afraid of).  Yet the things
were guaranteed:  girls, or your money back.
His unbelief was borne away on wings
of possibility.  He bought one pack.

After the chlorine cleared, he dropped them in,
a handful all at once, for he was bold
in his backyard—and, lo, a pool of skin,
blondes, redheads, and brunettes, sixteen years old.

"Instant Girls" worked for him, they'll work for you.
Science can make your wildest dreams come true.

—Tom Riley

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