My Birthday With Whole Chicken
Today is exactly The Day
I said I must find my way
Out of a Taxed Uterus,
With odds getting numerous:
Fifty-Two not Twenty-Five
Splendid to be still alive!
A Uterus that saw Hell,
When I started sounding my bell;
Doctor sure ‘The Post-Mature’
Now responding to Nature
A Most Terrible Bleeding,
Even as she kept pleading,
The time: Night’s 11: 15
Of A Rainy June 15
And I heard: staying at church
While Nigerian Bombs did search…
Today Short Story Writer,
In Poetry, too, A Fighter…
My Birthday with Whole Chicken
I shall the parts be picking
Though, Lover of Pig’s Bacon
No Slaughterer to beckon…
Time, to thank Well–Wisher Kim,
For last year I’d ignored him;
Time too far much sanity
To honor Maternity.
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2022
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