Seeing the mothers to be, I delighted
In the reality that at the maternity
Labourers like me were majority
The hostile nurses ordered and I roamed
The maternity as I groaned and moaned
As if I was set on fire
I cried louder than the town-crier
I thought with awe,
Oh! Woman in maternal labour
Require the strength of the horse
Than men in labour force
I could not help but shout
Half-nakedly, till my voice was out
To the midwife I looked
And to the agony I was hooked
Bitterly, I swore under my heavy breath
If I survive this arduous time length
For this bundle of expectation
I will never again yield to sexual stimulation
As the time dragged and rolled
My labour tides rose and felled
It appeared, as if at the next minute
That would have been it
A cold wetness, I sensed
There in, more lubrication was earned
Exhausted though, I pushed hard again
And in-between my thighs laid my gain
With passion, I embraced my wages
The most precious, come all ages
Within, my being enjoyed a festivity
That all labour activity has productivity
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