You could call it the fourth decade blues
After work, travel, boyfriends and booze,
Women start to think, maybe,
It’s time for a baby,
And don’t give a flying fuck whose.
Tag: baby
Birds and bees
Though she’d heard of the birds and the bees,
Boys and babies and social disease,
Nonetheless, she felt funny…
Her fanny was runny…
She sighed, and she parted her knees.