THE PROFESSOR, THE ASSISTANT AND BABY MAKE THREE

I’m pregnant.

   Professor, you’re not pregnant.

I think my assistant is.

   How do you know?

She’s acting funny.

   Have you asked her?

No, I’m embarrassed.

   Why?

I told her I didn’t need protection at my age.

   What were you doing in high school Biology, writing poetry?

I was writing poetry in the library when we met

And she liked what she saw.

   You or the poetry?

We went out for coffee and she invited me to her place.

   So you had to go?

I did.

   Have you ever heard of being careful at your age?

I don’t want to be.  You know how lonely I’ve been.

   You’re 65.  She’s in her 30’s.

   What are you going to do?

I’m going to ask her.

   Ask her if she’s pregnant?

No, if she’ll marry me.

   Think she’ll say yes?

I’ll ask her in a poem.

One that doesn’t rhyme.