Birds do it, and so do the bees,
Our babies are made by acts such as these,
MadMomma's tag is hardly a breeze
It's all that Sue's fault - outspoken piece of cheese,
But if you're a new Mum with stitches from your episiotomy,
And for now, stay in the house of your own loving Mommy,
In a room which is meant for the innocent guest,
With doors oft flung open to North, East and West,
And your husband is obsessed with your new daughter,
Not looking at you as often as he oughter,
And he comes to visit only two days in the week,
Baby sleeps in the middle, and you talk Babyspeak,
All I can say is 'Hah! Big fat chance,
Of any sort of Ardour - forget about Romance.'
Who knows? Maybe after some time, the dam will burst,
But if you don't hear from me on this again - please assume the worst.
Note to MadMomma - are you happy now? Gah! Will soon make up my own tough tag and get you for this...