First, Congratulations on a year of Terrible Poetry🥴😄! Both of my efforts are indeed terrible!
There once was a pregnant lady
Not happy to birth more babies
A control split the seam
Now she’s just acting mean
Too bad for the coming baby.
No more children said to her hubby
He insists on getting more huggy
So now she is groaning
With birth pain she’s moaning
And here comes a baby so chubby.