a sonnet by Dan Standing

I wake and find it happened while I slept.
Back stretched out, another pair of legs kick.
I could not stand at first, and so I wept.
Awake, not a dream, sure this was a trick.

No idea how I received this curse.
Forty minutes of practice, and I stand.
I think, “How could this possibly get worse?”
Then I turn, see a clear and sticky strand.

Front and rear, I have a slit in each place,
Now I feel it; they are both oh so slick!
My boyfriend enters, and I see his face,
He looks turned on, so I tackle him quick!

He made a stupid wish upon a star,
But both are happy; man and womantaur.