Non-Erotic PoetryDeliveryMother pushed me out
Harder than father could ever push in.
So, there came a grayish baby.
Smack that bottom to a pout
Surely someone at least grinned
Hopefully, I have grown to a lady.
How my parents must have felt!
Maybe I, like a pizza delivered
At the door step, was just left.
But who remembers these things.
I’ve only heard the account,
Like those stories of queens and kings,
I merely recall a toddler climbing a mount.
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