BIRTHING CLASS

Oh sorrow. Oh noes.
Birthing class is upon me.

Many pregnant women
in one room. Egads!

Bring on the pickles,
pass the ice cream.
Husbands cringe
and can eat no more
leftovers.

Tonight I shall know
in graphic detail
just where babies
come from.
I'm hoping it's a Stork
else I'll be sick for weeks.