17th november 2013

Sonnet 15


When you're with child, how much your belly grows

Gets set at your Mum's conception moment,

Good breeding will out and a bad gene shows,

Was it "Mum" or "Dad" to blame?  No comment.

My boobees too, they suffered huge increase

(In fact they're DD).  Blood pressure?  Sky

High, if not treated they claimed I'd decease:

Scalpel cut fat, that's my birth memory.

Then, holding our daughter, I prayed she'd stay

Not much like me but without your short sight,

Not always snacking, free of tooth decay,

Not posting angry sonnets late at night.

Your genes were what attracted me to you;

Love's same old same old: it's just kids are new.