(Please read the following in a cheap Scottish/Irish, American trying to be funny, accent)
There be a baby in my belly
and I don't like eatin' jelly
I am startin to feel niele (Knee-ell-e) (old)
There be a baby in my belly
Like a dog I be sick tonight
I'm feelin' weathered with all me might
So I sit and this poem I write
Like a dog I be sick tonight
The baby best be comin' out a girl (girrrrlllll)
And I won't be namin her pearl
Right now to the toilet I will hurl
The baby best be comin' out a girl (girrllll)
CONGRATULATIONS!!! I love your poem. I'm happy for you....not about the hurling part, but I do hope you get your girl! If it works out that way, you'll have to let me in on the secret! I love ya!
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I had to click over and see Bobbi's comment before I came to any conclusion of what exactly that poem meant! Woohoo! I must say, I'm excited to have a boy this summer, but I love my little girl! Oooh, and she's got two big brothers to watch out for her as she grows up! Perfect!
ReplyDeleteI chose to read this delightful poem in more of a pirate-inspired accent which made it quite entertaining!
ReplyDeletehere is an optional stanza:
If the baby a boy will be
you can still name him after me
although he might then be thought a sissy (emphasis on the second syllable)
if the baby a boy will be
tammy...I peed my pants laughing..that is hilarious
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