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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.
Copyright ©
Chinedum Ekwobi
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