-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.26 Oct 2004

Robed in stench and labour pains
O'er the toilet bowl she strains.
Wretched wails, and glist'ning brow:
OH GOOD LORD PLEASE END IT NOW!

And callously she leaves the boothe
Writhing in a swollen truth.
Left behind to be reviled:
A CATACLYSMIC BROWNIAN CHILD!