Impatiently Gravid
My friend I love you more than toast, than milk, than tea, than marmite,
And all I want is that you feel comfortable and all right.
Your belly looms beneath your boobs so radiant and round,
A gentle kicking love-full precious baby-belly mound.
And when we’re not together, when I’m wand’ring without you,
I miss you dearly, but you see, I also miss him too.
My girl, my son, my family, the dearest folks on earth,
(Besides, I want to be with you in case of giving birth.)
I know you hope he’ll look like me, and what I say to that
Is that I hope he looks like you (but with more baby fat).
Your gorgeous eyes, your thoughtful face, your gentle caring way...
Oh gosh, I just can’t wait for him, so let’s give birth today!