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Such a relief!
All of nine months
Like a xenolith undisturbed
Now I am free
No more in the tummy
No, not again!
"Such a lovely baby!"
Smooching all over me
My granny!
Just cannot stomach the torture
Why can't they leave me alone!
Melissa's at d'Verse Poets Pub - Quadrille #255: X marks the spot
Haha. Cute poem.
ReplyDeleteAh! Longing to be a xenolith undisturbed.🙃
ReplyDeleteNicely done Hank 👏 Great idea for the prompt.
ReplyDeleteA sweet quadrille, Hank, and I understand that feeling of wanting to be left alone. I especially love these lines:
ReplyDelete‘All of nine months
Like a xenolith undisturbed
Now I am free’.
I love this -well done!
ReplyDeleteYou have to wonder if that isn't what a baby is thinking sometimes.
ReplyDeleteHa ha...cute...maybe that's what they think. Nice poem.
ReplyDeleteLOL!
ReplyDeleteLove it ...
ReplyDeletehaha this made me smile.
ReplyDeleteHank, what a wise and wonderful way of using the word.
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