Gestation
Gestation was in jest,
she was enamoured,
and fell down to rest,
he fell along,
laughed and cried,
she was waiting till he opened and pried,
they were both lazy,
and acted in rough and hazy,
now she was in gestation,
and quite happy,
of the belly that was growing zappy,
it was fun,
and she looked forward to next run.
Copyright © Shishir Gupta | Year Posted 2006
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