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Sunday, December 30, 2007 

Birth Limerick

[Mad Kane's latest Limerick and Haiku prompt is to write about wine & spirits or the new year (or both). I decided to write about, well, I'll give you the limerick first and then the story.]


Upon feeling the first labor pain
she drove 70 miles, quite insane!
But the birth was okay
and so later that day
they rejoiced with a glass of champagne.


I am told that when I was in the womb,the umbilical chord was wrapped around my neck. The doctors wanted my mom to go to a hospital where there would be specialists on hand. When my mom went into labor, she got behind the wheel of the car and drove my dad 70 miles to the hospital in the nearest big city.

Meanwhile, I got things untangled and there were no problems. I was born early the next morning. Later, my dad did bring in a bottle of champagne to help with the celebration.

Or that's what I remember being told...


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That was delightful! Thanks for participating in my prompt! And happy new year!

I was born blue with the umbilical cord wrapped around my neck. My mother always blamed my asthma on that. She would say, "It was because you were born choking, now asthma is what you remember and it will be your weak spot."

I grew out of it. Guess I forgot about the choking shit...

Hello, Mad Kane. My pleasure.

Hi, Maria. Meantime, I've always been good at untangling knots...

Now that's a rockin limerick. Well done!

Thanks, Jo!

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