In verses spun by Time's unyielding thread,
Two essences of life, in humor's play,
Doth course within the mortal frame's array,
A dance of nature's secrets, it is said.
Urine, amber-hued, from depths untamed,
A river of the body's surplus tide,
Flows forth with whispers, silent and wide,
Its path by kidneys' faithful work proclaimed.
And semen, life's potential tightly coiled,
A potion brewed in passions' fervent fire,
Holds within its essence strong desire,
For future generations yet unspoiled.
Though these topics may raise a blush or jest,
In Nature's grand design, they find their rest.