I am at home with a lump
I am getting frustrated and in a hump
If it comes out soon
We'll be over the moon
Must start that game
Of thinking of a name
But until it does arrive
It can be nameless and will have to survive
With being called an 'It'
In my frustration - I may even cry ****
But that is no way for a mother to speak
So please Lump - come out quick!
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