Sitting, sitting, waiting hoping for a miracle
My only chance for privacy
Is my little Pink Throne-Room
My little place for thought
Mingled with a little pain
Caused by eating fatty sugary delights
Then glory be Lord, my baby arrives
Never look back, just flush and leave
Wash and rinse
Happy are those with less of a load
Written Monday March 2007
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem