Here's a story from my past. <br />It was my first born son to come at last. <br />It was tradition in my husband's family, <br />that a bet be placed on the birth of the baby. <br /> <br />Each one would pick a square. <br />Write down the date, weight and sex there. <br />And whom ever guessed closest won the prize. <br />Collecting the money of a good size. <br /> <br />So days turned into weeks, <br />as the story here becomes unique. <br />You see my husband's tiny Aunt <br />(all of 4ft 3in in stance) <br />Stood there telling us one day. <br />'You better not have that baby on April Fool's Day.' <br /> <br />Well the blessed day came near. <br />When giving birth soon was very clear. <br />He wasn't due for two more weeks, <br />but the contractions started and they peaked. <br /> <br />So yes he was born on April Fool's Day <br />And the Aunt was filled with wondering dismay. <br />My mom won the bet of course. <br />She said it was because she knew the horse. <br /> <br /> <br />(29 May 2007)<br /><br />JoJo Bean<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bet/
