Love at first sight, right?
But that doesn’t seem right, quite.
Maybe to you it might, bite
Right in the ass, with spite
Something I sight,
Out of sight.
That’s what I heard, sad
Darling you’ve just been served, hard
Full for nine months. Good
Time to clean the dishes, wishes
Always come after, faster
Than the precious laughter. Matter
of fact words you attar,
better make more sense than the latter. Smarter
your appeared, but it doesn’t matter. Fatter
you already are, carrier. Far
along but it will only take nine. Fine
you’ll be as long as you see, plea
wont be heard, glad
to say I told you so, Oh
I think I just ran out of words. No!