Bump, Bump
Looking down
I see it move,
Bump, bump
My belly jumps.
The baby is moving
Twisting and turning all around.
Up and down
Side to side,
The belly jumping all around!
And soon we will find out
Just what little prize we have inside!
Bump, Bump
Looking down
I see it move,
Bump, bump
My belly jumps.
The baby is moving
Twisting and turning all around.
Up and down
Side to side,
The belly jumping all around!
And soon we will find out
Just what little prize we have inside!
thesgtj commented on Bump, Bump
09-30-2009
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Falling Friendship | 1 | 09/30/2009 |
Daydreaming | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
My Reality | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
Ghost Town | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
Bump, Bump | 1 | 09/29/2009 |
Never Ending | 1 | 02/18/2009 |
Watching Me Grow | 1 | 02/18/2009 |
Mommy - To - Be | 1 | 02/18/2009 |
Motherhood Test | 0 | 02/18/2009 |
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