The thought of something in my belly,
Making other mares be jelly,
Only then to snuff it out:
It brings a tickle to my snout!
I'd like to feel a foal inside me
Then swallow potions you provide me
Causing still birth of the fetus
steeped in permanent quietus.
But impregnation isn't easy,
With side effect of feeling queasy,
So dolls I'll stuff within my hangar
To be fished out with coat hanger.

By: Super Trampoline