My love was a little nauseating
And I played hide and "sick"
With my stomach and ravishing gullet.
Just this little while,
I was in the sixth position again
Unleashing my worst hunger,
Oh! I screamed out your name.

Again, I moan and mourned
I slept through your pen hiss balls,
But choked on this mesmerizing lunch.
It was a mouthful of bitter pills
Yet, I managed the journey down my intestine which clustered like the ants on the hills.

I gulped swiftly while caressed by your fiery sweet claws.
Closed were my eyes shedding unseen tears...
Your substance serrated my broken lips;
And down to the ground finale.
Now, the physician declared it again and again!
Oh!!! At the close of the proud ninth Month
I birth just the *hate * child.