Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Tomorrow

My son will come out
Tomorrow.
Bet my epidural

That tomorrow,
There'll be blood.

Just thinkin' about
Tomorrow.
Makes me thankful Percocet
Will follow;
I’ll be drugged!

I could think of the lay,
That made
Me gestate,
Or how milk will fill up my tits,
And I’ll wince,
And say,
Oh!

My son will come out,
Tomorrow.
Gonna have a c-section
Tomorrow.
And not a vaginal slay!

Tomorrow! Tomorrow!
I love ya, tomorrow!
This song
Sure sounds pretty
Gay!

2 comments:

  1. This reminds me of the Big Foot and Elvis song your mom made up. Love you! Hope Jerk 2 goes easy on you tomorrow. I'm also glad your vagina will stay in tact. But since your husband is 1/8 bear, I'm sure it's already a little stretched out.

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