Tuesday, September 25th, 2007
Show and Tell: Pregnancy Poems
My wife jotted down a pregnancy-inspired poem last week. Today she unearthed a journal she kept from her first pregnancy that
she dutifully wrote in for a whole 7 days before giving up. But, it
contained another poem. So, here they are.
I’m a little zygote, short and stout.
Here is my placenta, here is my snout.
When gestation’s over, push me out.
Smack my bottom, and hear me shout!
Humpty Dumpty, mother of pearl.
Made some love, and had a girl.
Hickory Dickory, Little Red Hen.
Used a kit, and pregnant again!
And because I told her we needed a third poem to really fill out a blog entry, she wrote another poem.
I am a missus, my fella is a mister.
Our little girl is about to be a sister.
She says she’ll help with diapers,
and entertain baby in the car.
She says she wants to see it born,
and pass out the cigars!
Our family will have two children,
two grown-ups and two cats.
Our home is over filled,
with love and that’s a fact.
That cigar thing is a bit of poetic license.
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