Best-Kept Secret

I know - I’m supposed to keep this secret easy, by month one nothing’s visible yet in month two damn sickness greets morn and I’m wishing I’d never been born by end of third deep serenity’s applied and all appears to be settled inside with the fourth my bump starts to show and I wonder ... when will parents know in the fifth my movements stop still while the baby’s march up and down hill come the sixth I rest both bodies a lot and this secret’s become more of a plot tell Mama - with her help I struggle from bed for the joyous day that I am to be wed in my seventh the secret’s quite clear well, I'm married, so ignore “Dear oh dear” greet the eighth with a football enhancing boy or girl, baby’s into break dancing meet the ninth with many a groan when will this huge bubble be done ? At start of tenth with a push, screams and shout finally my best-kept and worst-kept secret is OUT right now, I want all the wide world to know football’s burst, and it’s ON with life’s show bubble, champagne and hubby all Pop though whacked, where I’m in the world is on top ! Alan McAlpine Douglas