Poems About Pregnancy by Top Critiquers

It wasn't as bad as all that
I mean he helped her have the kid
It wasn't as if he just left her in the street to have the damn thing by herself
I mean, what the fuck, he was into that bitch
It's not his fault she died while dropping the frog
When she started screaming, he didn't tell the bitch to shut the fuck up
I mean, you guys are trying to make it look like he was the bad guy here
I think he was alright
I would have to her to go fuck herself, but you know me,
I'm different then most people
I hate everyone, man
He didn't want to scare...

She said "Yes!" Permission granted:
the deed was done, the seed planted,
to be manifest next year
in baby bump that would appear.

How are bullets and babies the same?
See how one might be like the other
In the universal life and death game
Where one is made by nature's mother,
And the other by man is created
For all her domain to endanger
In a process just as automated
As a fallopian baby arranger,
Which like a rifle is a kind of tube,
And tubes are where things can get stuck
As in a round hole by a cube
For a gynecologic cluster fuck...
As bad as when machine guns are jammed,
And both by plans needing re-diagrammed.

Sinisterly, wicked it would seem far from average, as we begin to indulge in this 😉 scheme,
Overtaken by desires of lust, as we rush into forbidden rituals, old traditions giving birth to new cultures other creations and such,
Refusing to surrender 🙏 or give in, an catering from a man's touch, only to be submissive in bed 🛏 other than that like 👍 a race track all bets 😉 are off!
Resisting all urges and engagements and arrangements,  canceling all advances pursuing any further, for future entertainments,
Disciplined being in total...

Last year, Eugene got
naked with Jennifer on
a friend's sailboat.
This year, Jennifer called and
told Eugene she's pregnant.