Waking next morning with slight trepidation
Thinking of your sister's wedding occasion
Excited too at opportunity to meet
The rest of your kin and a chance to greet
In Franglais - well it had only been
Three weeks since England's skies I had seen
While lying in bed, listening to you shower
Attention was grabbed by something lower
As a sharp pain began to ride its crest
The length of my stomach, then took a rest
For quite a time, till I started to think
This was nothing and I was in the pink
Not totally fooled, as I'd been here before
It was cast to the back of my mind, not the fore
As quickly I showered and dressed to beat
The ominous foreboding that pain would repeat
To grow stronger throughout the day
With unpredictable results to play
Moving to the mirror, preparing to preen
I was shocked to see my face was green
Around the gills for all to see
Of all the days, this couldn't be
So applying my make up, feeling queasy
Overwhelming sense was distinctly uneasy
Both dressed, all gleaming and ready to go
We jumped in the car to join the flow
Out to the country where roads got windy
And where I began to feel less shiny
As holding the door to steady my belly
Suggested to you to give the car less welly
Forty minutes later up in the hills
Stomach churning and expecting spills
I greeted your parents and sister all in white
Thinking what a shame I felt so shite
Just then, a photographer did appear
With white boards, lights and a whole lot of gear.
