O mothers, mothers we love you,
As you lend your bodies to the future,
You watch your stomach, thighs and bum,
Get to the proportions of a tanker,
The evidence in your albums
Yet you stroke that belly with
tenderness,
You look for paint, curtains and linen,
The nursery becomes your canvas,
The little being to be will be its
sultan,
Enjoy this time and cherish it,
Ignore, flatulence, swelling and
nausea,
To your husband you can give shit,
And if you wish drag to prenatal yoga.
As your bladder seems to get ever
smaller,
Shorter and shorter you nights will
become,
That is your training O new mother,
For the torture that is to come.
Share your glow fertile goddess,
Do not fear the months to ahead,
This blog is here for you gorgeous,
And by veterans it was proofread,
We vouch we will help you survive,
All this hormonal lunacy,
All the body parts that to make you
look fat connive,
Of our experts you are now the trainee.
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