Cloning: The Splitting Image of Her Mother

"There's that pretty new baby,"
Gushed the acquaintance to the mother,
As the mother pushed baby through the park.

"I bet baby looks like her Father.
I never met him you know;
I bet he's happy as a lark."

"No and no," the mom smiled,
"She's looks exactly like me,
I decided not to bother with a father."

"Excuse me?" said the other.
"I don't understand.
You've got to bother with a father to make a daughter."

"Oh, no," said the mom,
"That's not true any more.
Science made my baby just from me."

"You've got to be joking!
Your kid's a clone?
How could such a thing come to be?".

"Well, I thought and I thought,
Considered my options, and
Finally realized I'd be better off going it alone."

"After all, don't we bear
All the burden and the pain
While the men just tag along?"

"It's a shame how they treat us.
They love us then they leave us,
And we end up raising the kids on our own."

"But what finally convinced me
Was the story of Eden.
Eve was cloned when Adam's rib was first cleaved."

"It's the same thing really.
Except we don't need to split Adams.
Today it's simpler. We just split the Eves."