It's A Boy! Poem by Josephine De Leux

He's going to spew down my favourite top,
destruct my precious pearls...dear god.
when they get older, honey, they'll come straight at your plates.
Plastic or the tupperwear? Well, you wish.
The Wedgewoods. The ones that...
were over there.

Now lets fly past in time...
broken fists and dead things hidden in my shoes...
what are you, my cat?
oh, dear, the puppy blues, mooning eyes and silly jibes...
that blonde is such a witch.

First drinks, dripping tyres..I'm too old for this...
Flashing lights and booming sounds
O, you angelic thing.

But still, I know it all, and I know this part too...
that its inevitable, that your part of my love, full.