I danced a jig in
my mother’s womb,
a feisty little shit was I
eager to greet the world,
nine months to the day
mom said, with a smile
that night, ready to burst
like 'Jiffy Pop' said dad
as autumn laid out
a welcome mat
for winter.
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I danced a jig in my mother’s womb, a feisty little shit was I eager to greet the world, nine months to the day mom said, with a smile that night, ready to burst like 'Jiffy Pop' said dad as autumn laid out a welcome mat for winter.
Author notesPrompt: November In case anyone is curious as to what, “Guy Fawkes Night” is. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guy_Fawkes_Night
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