Every time I think it's dead,
Morning sickness rears it's head
I really wouldn't mind a bit,
Except I'm TIRED of being sick
I was told that when I reached 3 months,
The sickness would disappear at once.
But they were wrong, so very wrong,
and now I sit here all day long
Wondering what I'll accidentally do, smell, or eat
That will make the monster and I once again meet.
That will make the monster and I once again meet.
2 comments:
I had to call you right away to see if you wrote this poem yourself and you did! You could have a new career awaiting you after your engineering days are over :)
Haha, thanks mom! I'm glad you liked it I must say that I thought it was pretty inspired for something written a little after 7 am.... :)
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