She’s been beating the sheets with the milkman
While her loving husband is off, ranching away in the sun
For them both to revel later at evenfall
Even at week ten, the baby is still kicking
With an anti-pill vest, basking
Putting the curette and chemists to shame
Now she comes seeking assistance
For the burden of a full paunch
So as to murder a child while slandering his father
With false accusations of ‘rape’.
nice poem, so to reason through.
Thank you chinuasoyinka.
Now this is one that I really like. This is the kind of child that refuses to die.
… it was a nice read…
Really did not get the last stanza..