Shari-Danielle, yes that’s my name, <br />Right now I’m playing the waiting game, <br />Mommy Joyce and daddy Luke, <br />Just can’t wait for me to fly the coup. <br /> <br />How much longer will this last? <br />Mom can’t wait for nine months to pass, <br />Daddy Luke, he wants the same, <br />He’s tired of playing the waiting game. <br /> <br />I’m not trying to hurt mommy purposely, <br />I hope she doesn’t try to take it out on me, <br />When I come out, mom told dad, <br />She’s not going to spare the rod when I act bad. <br /> <br />Dad told mom that’s not going to happen, <br />On her bottom there’s going to be no slappin, <br />Let’s just her be a kid, <br />Doing the things we once did, <br /> <br />Runnin, jumpin and acting insane, <br />It’s all a part of the children’s game, <br />But mom’s upset and rightfully so, <br />Cause I’m kickin her behind and won’t let go. <br /> <br />Please understand mommy that in your womb, <br />It’s cramped in here and I need more room, <br />Mom and dad you both are tall, <br />This space in here is much too small. <br /> <br />That’s why I kick and fuss and fight, <br />And keep my mommy up all night, <br />I love you mommy I really do, <br />I wouldn’t do anything to try and hurt you, <br />This little rap with a story to tell, <br />Was brought to you by Shari-Danielle.<br /><br />Luke Easter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-waiting-game-4-birth-of-a-child/