A Midwife Harassing a Woman In Labour
Spread your legs now
And to further instruction bow
Or I shall phone your man
And tell him every rubbish I can.
Your two knees facing the ceiling
Or with stricter midwives be dealing
Armed with their taming cane
Sure to once again make you sane.
Your favourite lying sex position
You’d been making a nightly decision
That eventually got matters to this stage,
Opening as it were this challenging page!
And stop you must your moans;
These needless whines and annoying groans,
When flow finer sounds can from your throat
In our maternity, mother like verses quote...
Where the once heavy
Finally goes home with her baby.
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