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Jim AKA Rapid-Fire
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Date Posted: 18:11:19 10/21/01 Sun
Author Host/IP: richfield-18.sisna.com/209.210.191.18
(Purely a fictional contest entry)
Too much love and I've gotten so fat,
don't know what everyone will think of that.
All of the stares and the snickering grins,
in our family, may be the premiere of twins.
The blueprint of male pregnancy has arrived,
something only a ingenious wizard could have devised.
Except for seahorses, the first male pregnancy,
sending out an S.O.S., of utmost urgency.
A very strange haiku in the human life,
something I would never expose, but my wife -
as if struck by lightning, let the secret out,
I wanted to keep covered up, without a doubt.
Never one to mix business with pleasure,
being the first pregnant male, what a treasure.
Perhaps now, I may get very rich,
or get titled as a male bitch.
My favorite drink is hot lemon juice,
an uncontrollable craving, what's the use.
The acrid flavor makes me pucker up my lips,
while I worry about the swelling of my hips.
The scent of citrus always in my nose,
no, I won't be caught wearing pantyhose.
My eyes seeing nothing but the color of red,
I don't want to be pregnant, I'd rather be dead.
I'll hide, like the flower vase I'd rather be,
if people were going to stare that way at me.
First thing every morning, I puke out my guts,
to go through pregnancy, one would have to be nuts...........
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