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!
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