Pregnancy is Magical

I have felt queasy,
And nauseous and gross,
Since the end of July
Tired, morose.

I'm getting desperate,
Tired of shaking,
Cramping, and chills,
Dark AM waking.

I don't want to resort,
To drugs and some pills,
To deal with my sickness,
My shaking and chills.

Today I tried accupuncture,
Hoped it would assist,
And help the barfy feeling,
Cease and desist.

I got some advice,
And I was treated,
Now I drink ginger tea
And all my food heated.

We'll see how things go,
I'm not quite ready to whoop,
I will feel much improved,
When I can finally poop.

Pictoral Accompaniment

WTF Neighbours?
It is barely November.
Wait For December!

Minimal effort haiku

Two busy boys plus
Pregnancy insomnia
Equals exhaustion.

Hillbilly Tooth

Had a tooth, turning black
Looked like a hillbilly
Wanted a cosmetic filling,
Nothing big or frilly.

The tooth, it has a root canal
Done many years ago,
The decay runs deeper than they thought,
That filling has to go.

What should have been short and sweet,
Has turned into an ordeal.
Post and crown and maybe more,
Really not ideal.

And so I will be back again,
For freezing and more drilling,
I am so looking forward to it.
It sounds super thrilling.

NaPoWriMo!

Hello my dusty little blog,
Welcome to November
I will write a poem a day
(as long as I remember)
They may not be so eloquent,
Or written with much care,
But hey, at least there will be something,
Published here or there.
We will ring in NaPoWriMo,
With this silly little ditty,
And hope the rest of this month's effort.
Aren't quite so shitty.

Exercise is bad for you

As my legs turn to muscle,
My mind turns to mush.
I forgot how to write poems,
But I have a hard tush. 
An acceptable trade-off?
My body looks hot,
But my poem-writing skills
Appear to be shot.

Spring!

Days so warm, so bright and sunny,
No time to write stuff that is funny.