Bundle of Joy

My head is full of

ping pong balls

bouncing around.

Plink plonk plink plink plonk.

Constant motion

I can't keep up with.

Little paddles pop

them here and there.

If I am lucky,

they will slowly

make their way

out my ears.

It will be a long, painful birth.

My thoughts are just one big

fricken bundle of joy.