I hope y'll like the poem.
I existed in my mommy's womb,
a month after conception.
By the end of the second month,
my heart was established in four sections.
Month three, I excitedly jerked my body
and flexed my tiny legs and arms.
Month four, I grew some more
and now I'm bigger than before.
Month five, I growed by a few more inches,
as I increased my hearing senses.
By month six, I was kicking my mommy's cervix.
By month seven, I can taste the sweet food,
that mommy's feeding me
and I think that I'll become a sugar junkie,
once I get out of my mother's body.
By month eight, my lungs are steadily increasing,
causing to to have an easier time breathing.
By the end of the ninth month, I shall be out
and ready to experience,
first-hand what life is all about.
PS. If any of you think I left a lot to be desired,
don't worry because, I'm working on a deeper version.