A poem by Beverly Stock.
First, the frequent urination,
Bit too often, I should mention.
Quite suddenly, my legs get cramps,
Perhaps, I swim too many laps.
The very worst is the heartburn,
Public belching is concerning,
There’s now brown blotches on my skin,
What intervention should begin?
But how on earth do I avoid,
Those sudden blooming hemorrhoids?
All because my hair’s now silver ?
(I’m an older poet, sans a filter!)
Suggestion:
If these symptoms make you quiver,
Ease into your third trimester!