Birthing Complications
If named Alice would she wander
and never find her home again,
lost in dreams on lullaby planes,
forever falling down the rabbit hole.
Well that's no child for me.
But perhaps the rabbit,
pretty, perky Peter rabbit
with his bunny soft skin.
Hippety hoppety Peter
with his cheeky smile,
the boy in green.
The boy who never grew up
nor learnt his manners,
would slouch at table,
forget to brush, brush, brush -
No! Not Alice or Peter, oh no!
Perhaps dainty Daisy with her white petticoats,
her sunny face always happy to greet me,
always – nae! - happy to greet anyone,
fickle, frivolous, easy Daisy
ready to be plucked
by any boy, man, monster!
Better she be Holly and much too prickly,
prick your finger on my daughter -
don't you touch her!
But alas, what about those
hugs and kisses, rock-a-bye
baby on mother's lap,
how I'd miss those!
No! Not Daisy or Holly, oh no!
Better it be Charles, loyal, faithful,
side by side mother and son.
Fetch the oil lamp, Charlie,
that's wrong, no not that,
oh Charlie it's this one!
Don't snap at strangers, Charlie,
don't steal, don't whine.
Oh dear, oh this won't do.
No! Not Charles, oh no!
I find I'm quite out of names
though these are just a few
but at every thought, every kick
of the imagination
there's an obstacle to work through!
How awful, how horrid,
better they have no name
and I won't forget it
with baby on the way.
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Had to write a list poem for my writing class and then I was asked to read out and they seemed to like it but I have a feeling I'll get more honest criticisms from you guys <333

!! And thanks a lot for the read.