sonnet 18.10.07

sonnet 18.10.07.
My foetus on cat scan through stethoscope
Was smiling happy bobbing from her cord
My bitch breasts full protruded hard as board
Ached solemnly with birth Id somehow cope
I was numb stung by epidural dope
My slit was shorn bald and hygiene underscored
White rubber gloves engagingly explored
The midwife gave my navel one last grope
To lighten things I let my husband browse
Hed immersed himself the last trimester
Presence welcome anxious did he pester
Caesarean in play I began to rouse
The baby plus her afterbirth lump sum
I worried whether Id smile laugh or come

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