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All day I have been thinking of "starts of poems" to use
And I have thought of so many I just can't choose
This baby I don't want to lose
I so so want it to be mine
Let this poem to you be my shrine
I am so all in a muddle
Melted into a puddle
The water thrown over the wicked witch
I got done by some evil *****
All cuz I wanted to satisfy an itch
And now its a baby coming this is no glitch
So in front of Dorothy I was to melt
That love for that baby is still so heart felt
This is all talk the talk
But I pray to god - let me walk the walk
The closer it gets the more I get panicy
This poem I am having a slamiky!
Ok I made that word up
There is champange on ice I yet want to sup!
And I will I really hope I will do
That will be the first time I see you
I say this I say this again - that really will be going some where new
I know you are coming - My dream is coming true!
This is the first poem I have ever wrote that has really made me cry
I am not the one between us ***** that is telling a lie
The closer the baby gets the more I want
Yet at war well between us - well this line we are at the front
The guns are silent - but they are again going to go bang
Cuz the fat bird - well shortly she will have sang
Like a vampire in me you have stuck your fang
As you said something that could get me on the chain gang
Up in prison - for your cunning little plan
How old do you want that baby to me when I get out of the can?
So this now is even more sticky than jam
Good god - you know by now together we should have brought the pram
But oh no - you are still giving it the big I am I am!
Wham bam
Now **** off - I just wanted your spern and not a man
Well congratulations darling it is all going to plan
As the **** is continuing to hit the fan
And I am being the sacraficial lamb
I should not beg - but I do
I say this again - this is my greatest wish coming true
and that is you
Again I am crying
Over a stork soon flying
You are coming - I suceeded in my trying
For you I have been literally dieing
And in 5 weeks time you sign in
It is getting that close it ****ing is
I still live in hope your birth I won't miss
And my baby - I can't wait to you I kiss
Even if at the moment it is all a hazy mist
And I think this poem may make it in my favorite list
Have to read it bacck in the morning first
I so so hope my bubble will not burst
To not be a daddy - please don't let me be cursed
Easy said when she me falsely accused
So I think I could be excused
For feeling a bit abused
Feeling a bit of a sucker
You just wanted a ****er
Just my lucker
Thanks my old mucker
And I am a bit of a clucker
But that is just my way that is just my stlye
Do you think we can get a DNA test on Jeremy Kyle?
I hope that line at least made you smile
Not enough though to give my number a dial
For what you did was to me vile
I love that baby - by an absolute mile
In sympathy line up rank and file
Go on strike form a picket
For some bird that I was to dick it!
Talk about getting my ****ing ticket
And at the moment she is firmly at the wicket!
She is in bat
A single mother- just another stat
And for me that is that
Yet not for me - don't like that idea - this baby is mine to
5 weeks now it is due
Parents it needs two
Good night to you!
And I have thought of so many I just can't choose
This baby I don't want to lose
I so so want it to be mine
Let this poem to you be my shrine
I am so all in a muddle
Melted into a puddle
The water thrown over the wicked witch
I got done by some evil *****
All cuz I wanted to satisfy an itch
And now its a baby coming this is no glitch
So in front of Dorothy I was to melt
That love for that baby is still so heart felt
This is all talk the talk
But I pray to god - let me walk the walk
The closer it gets the more I get panicy
This poem I am having a slamiky!
Ok I made that word up
There is champange on ice I yet want to sup!
And I will I really hope I will do
That will be the first time I see you
I say this I say this again - that really will be going some where new
I know you are coming - My dream is coming true!
This is the first poem I have ever wrote that has really made me cry
I am not the one between us ***** that is telling a lie
The closer the baby gets the more I want
Yet at war well between us - well this line we are at the front
The guns are silent - but they are again going to go bang
Cuz the fat bird - well shortly she will have sang
Like a vampire in me you have stuck your fang
As you said something that could get me on the chain gang
Up in prison - for your cunning little plan
How old do you want that baby to me when I get out of the can?
So this now is even more sticky than jam
Good god - you know by now together we should have brought the pram
But oh no - you are still giving it the big I am I am!
Wham bam
Now **** off - I just wanted your spern and not a man
Well congratulations darling it is all going to plan
As the **** is continuing to hit the fan
And I am being the sacraficial lamb
I should not beg - but I do
I say this again - this is my greatest wish coming true
and that is you
Again I am crying
Over a stork soon flying
You are coming - I suceeded in my trying
For you I have been literally dieing
And in 5 weeks time you sign in
It is getting that close it ****ing is
I still live in hope your birth I won't miss
And my baby - I can't wait to you I kiss
Even if at the moment it is all a hazy mist
And I think this poem may make it in my favorite list
Have to read it bacck in the morning first
I so so hope my bubble will not burst
To not be a daddy - please don't let me be cursed
Easy said when she me falsely accused
So I think I could be excused
For feeling a bit abused
Feeling a bit of a sucker
You just wanted a ****er
Just my lucker
Thanks my old mucker
And I am a bit of a clucker
But that is just my way that is just my stlye
Do you think we can get a DNA test on Jeremy Kyle?
I hope that line at least made you smile
Not enough though to give my number a dial
For what you did was to me vile
I love that baby - by an absolute mile
In sympathy line up rank and file
Go on strike form a picket
For some bird that I was to dick it!
Talk about getting my ****ing ticket
And at the moment she is firmly at the wicket!
She is in bat
A single mother- just another stat
And for me that is that
Yet not for me - don't like that idea - this baby is mine to
5 weeks now it is due
Parents it needs two
Good night to you!