…or do I mean uteri?
Anyway, uteruses is what Ava Rose asked about, evidently concerned about the light entertainment options of the unborn.
I am putting out another request for more questions. Please let me know on social media (twitter @wordgeeksez) or on the comments here if you have a question from a kid you know, that I could potentially answer in a poem. I like to know the kid’s first name, and I would prefer it if the kid was asked permission for me to use their question.
When you were very tiny
And lived inside your mama
You didn’t watch TV at all
No news, cartoons or drama.
Inside your mama’s uterus
There wasn’t really space:
Not even for a flatscreen
When you were in that place.
Besides, your eyes were tightly closed
In there: you couldn’t see.
So there’d have been no point in us
Installing a TV.
But what you did was listen;
At first to mama’s heart
But then to lots of voices,
Music: classical and chart.
You didn’t watch TV in there:
Perhaps that’s not the worst:
The television’s lots of fun,
But radio came first.
Tom Juniper Poetry 