Hormones make you pretty crazy when you’re a big fat preggo. In the summer, with a couple of months left to go, I started keeping a list of reasons why I was crying. Some were more legit than others. Here is a list incorporating many of them. Does it count as a list poem? I don’t know.
It was too hot too sleep
I had to get up and go to work (when I was very tired)
I got to work (and I was very tired)
My husband asked me to go to a poetry show with him
My husband said he would probably go to the poetry show without me
I stayed at a party longer than I intended so I could see my sister –
she’d got caught up at work and (very reasonably) said I shouldn’t have bothered.
The hospital gave me a scan appointment at 8.45am
My husband booked his driving test
We got stuck in traffic on the way to work for the second day in a row and my husband said we should leave early tomorrow
I arrived at work and it was all a bit much
My husband got a new job
I failed to screw a hinge into a wardrobe door
Something sad happened in a book I was reading
NB – there’s further context to several of these but I have removed it for comic effect, that’s how writing works. See me for details.