I often wonder what song was playing
when I was humped into existence.
Was it “Telstar”,
“Big Girls Don’t Cry”
or maybe “Mashed Potato Time?”
As second-born,
I was supposed to be a girl,
so right out of the chute
I either
surprised or disappointed-
take your pick.
However
I did make my Dad happy
on the day I was born:
it turned out to be
the hottest day of the year
and I made it possible
for my working class parents
to spend the day
in a nice
air-conditioned hospital.
