9 month a short a time
To nurture a king, a queen
To spread the light
And chase away fright
But fear of obesity
Blinds your vision capacity
Your formlessness
Lead you to mess
By hatching in haste
So that you continue to taste
The bedroom sporting
A sport of two
That feeds one to obesity.
Don't be shy
To face eyes
For ABORTION is sin
Unpleasant to see.
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