A Midwife Harassing In a Woman In Labour

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.