Ma! There’s Nothing to Do Here!

“Ma! there’s nothing to do here!” whines the intelligent hero of this rhyming story set completely in utero. It’s not actually a glittering knowledge putting in nine months in your mom’s belly. You’re simply stuck there toward the finish of that moronic bungee string (a.k.a. the umbilical line), with nothing at all to do except for slosh around. In any case, goodness, the perpetual delights you need to anticipate as you tune in to the tick-tock of mama’s upbeat heart clock and anticipate that cheerful day when you at long last turned out to play.