Its two thirty in the morning and
you dear, stumble to bed and put your
knees into my back.
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I lie there next to you
for an hour
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then get up and stand outside on the balcony
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I can’t sleep
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I piss
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I drink water
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I lie on the couch
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I piss again
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Its morning. Its time to get
daughter ready for school
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For the past 30 something weeks all I have been
doing is lying on the couch and feeling
dizzy.
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This is pregnancy
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This is why I’d rather the stork
bit were true
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Oh…so sorry…I did have to laugh outloud as I read the last few lines…such a witty poem…thanks for sharing.
men stink. hahaha.
this poem tastes like lemons in a jug of sweet tea.
it’s good but also brings a grimace.
the word “piss” in a poem is great.