My Womb Smells Like Pastrami (a poem about birth)

My womb smells like pastrami

I know it sounds quite barmy

You arrived helped by an army

Looking pink as a salami

And you smelled like pastrami

And because you are from me

It makes so much sense, see

(Well, they did butcher me)

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