The Christening

The Christening

I love Champagne
That's why I came.
Look on with fear
Not comfortable here.

The parents coo
Playing peek-a-boo.
But I love Champagne
That's why I came.

That bundle of joy
It's all a ploy,
To make you fat
Don't fancy that.

My time to hold
One smile - I'm sold!
I smell his head
Forget what I said.

Better find me a man
Got a 9-month plan.
No longer moody,
Just insanely broody

Final push - final scream!
(Women know what I mean)
Then I drank Champagne
When my baby came.