A woman had a baby
No wait it was eight
Shock horror how long did it take
Mrs Smith said O what a cheek
She has more than there’s days in the week
How many boys how many girls
If she keeps going she could fill the world
Who is the father where is he
Don’t know they are conceived artificially
Who will pay for their upkeep?
More babies than days of the week
So what do we call eight babies?
Octuplets well that will do me
Kicking and screaming into the world
Six boys and then two girls
One by one the doctors count
One in hiding that’s the full amount
So I ask what you think
Why do people kick up such a stink?
It’s not for me to judge
A mother dose what she dose
So will you judge her now?
Or think of who what where and how
Very interesting John, I know a lot of people have had a lot of opinions about this. But then again they always do
John, You captured the situation in a well penned poem. Who are we to judge. The last line covers a lot of territority on the future upbringing of the children.10 here. Jim
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My sister had nine children(one at a time) They grew up to be really nice people.I love everyone.Even the naughty one.