LookyDaddy had a limerick contest. I lost. But here's my entry anyway:
Upon Becoming a Mother for the First Time
A man met a shy, shrinking violet,
Accustomed to quiet inviolate.
Though the ceaseless din now
Has her wrinkling her brow,
she got made in her bed and must lie in it.
And no, this is not autobiographical. At all. Because in case you haven't noticed, I'm not a shy, shrinking violet. I'm a poppy.