I Am Carrying Your Baby

A vital piece of information Released with some change in intonation By an Eve never known for variation, Now in some measure flabby: The handiwork of your planted baby! Even the busiest guy sure to stand still The never-ably-shown by actors with skill, An upper cut men not ready for the story: For the Don Juan seeking some other glory! “How dare you say “You’re carrying my baby: Where had we met for it, at which lobby?” The ecstatically received by dreamers of it, The low-sperm counts procreatively unfit: The quickest embrace of a woman for rushed kisses, One or two breakable property in accidental pieces… The liable-to-kick-start a shot-gun wedding, In bridal dress a woman one had been bedding; In The West, lawyers for a paternity suit Against the guy distancing his fruit.