A Poem by Thayne Whipple
A Birth With Class
Mar 11, 2016
I signed up for some classes.
They’ll teach me how to ‘birth.’
I’ve never heard such folly,
In all my life on earth.
They’ll teach me how to ‘birth.’
I’ve never heard such folly,
In all my life on earth.
The Bible says four-thousand years,
And science even more,
That women have been giving birth.
What do they have in store?
And science even more,
That women have been giving birth.
What do they have in store?
I hear they teach you how to breathe,
To get more air, I guess.
And how to cope with pain a bit,
And overcome the stress.
To get more air, I guess.
And how to cope with pain a bit,
And overcome the stress.
So I will go each day to class,
And listen up real well.
That I might know just how to look,
And how to scream like hell!
And listen up real well.
That I might know just how to look,
And how to scream like hell!
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