Whose Baby ?

 [Some people take ownership of anything they hear. They may not know the structure, root, leaves, or branches.]

 

Queen in the north vomited.

And the queen in the south.

Vomiting in all directions.

Not sure about dad,

Though not the right dad,

And no ownership,

Such a beauty queen,

Hundred men lined up,

To become a reliable dad;

Of a fatherless child;

Of a fatherless pregnancy.

Someone said,

Not a change in periods,

But a change in food.

 

She still vomited,

To the crown of dads,

Waited for delivery.

 

Oh, Hera, the Greek goddess

It's true, it’s a food disorder.

In the end, he said:

“I can own anyone’s baby, but, Oh Hera,

Why the hell do you eat a ton of Jack fruit?”