I look forward to
MS Jenny's prompt each week. One hundred four words exactly! I've had this ditty written awhile but Blogger is doing the blue circle dance today and it has taken over an hour just to get these words on the page. Join the fun and may you avoid the blue circle.
BIRTH
Seeing white, seeing red
Why am I tied like this?
My feet are wrong
Now I’m really pissed
Cylinders of gas
Unseen faces being cursed
Trying to throw things
Aiming for the nurse
Don’t tie me down
You know I can’t breath
This damn thing
Is truly killing me
The pain was excruciating
The doc didn’t help
When I grabbed poor Hubby
All he did was yelp
I bemoaned my condition
I swore never again
I swore off sex
and I swore off men.
Then I heard a simple word
“Push” was my command
Now that made it simple
And I held Hubby’s Hand.
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