Labor of Love
Stand and deliver! this new bundle for your life
Never you knave, I’m a muse not some midwife
Bring me warm water, and lots of clean towels
Did you not hear, I use consonants and vowels
Too late it’s coming, goodness feels like a tome
Not really, congratulations! it’s a bite size poem
Bitesize Poem no.53 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
10/08/22
Copyright © David Kavanagh | Year Posted 2022
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