He’s so curious about life,
So impatient to be born,
That when she sleeps, he leaves
The tight quarters of her womb.

He sneaks out her open mouth,
Rappels out a window,
And waddles all the way to a pub.
Much later, he crawls home,

Stealthily reconnecting himself
To the placenta. As always,
He returns to her a bit buzzed
As he resumes the fetal position.