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.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
