Women Celebrating Born Babies

Let me tell you what women do, After a child’s delivery is through. The birds, too, know: they jubilate While animated ones ululate! Adoration of baby simply true, Eyes feasting on the frail thing Glad Glue Foreplay’s sex women simulate Hoping to future births stimulate… A-once-childless his bad luck slew: The same as saying ‘Reproach flew! ‘Unmarried’ to Married’ imitate, Long celibacy to hearts palpitate… Wriggling of waists no wasted strength, Face powdering taken to a length; “Who in the end shall look like baby?” Talcum, help me to seem a baby!” The powder is not free; you drop cash; To declare one has no cash rash!