Andrew the new,
Dancing in your mother’s womb,
We await your arrival,
For any day now you’ll bloom.
Wonderful, you will be
with 10 little fingers and 10 tiny toes.
The perfect beautiful gift,
kissed with a cute button nose.
You were a surprise,
but a delight indeed.
Sometimes you danced so hard
that your mother peed.
(A poem for #5, my soon to arrive grandson.)
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Awe I love this!! But the peed partade me laugh lol!!!
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Good, it was supposed to make you laugh. 🙂
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Well it definitely did that!!
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Hahaha love it!
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