Four peachy bottoms
all in a row
four tiny babies
with forty fluffy toes.
Four hungry Babies
crying all together
two loving parents
at the end of their tether.
Late night feeding
eyes wide shut
programed robots
of the tired parents rut.
Over priced diapers
and baby toiletries
bank book empty
money difficulties.
But somehow we manage
to raise them to their teens
and never do we say
that we'll never do it again
Looking back on having quads
you'll say it all was well
to go back and have them singley
then that would be hell.
They'll all grow together
have fighting fun times
have each other to play with
and you'll still be in your prime.
Gold trophy winner
Adding your comment:
If it's all the same to you, I'd rather go through hell 4 times than once for 4 LMAO 
well written , best wishes 
