Sonogram

She had in front of her
Two items, one of them a book
And another of them

A sonogram

She made her estimate
And was currently weighing
Her options

In combination to her whims

This wasn't the first time
And it likely wouldn't be the last time
She had the appointment

To ascertain if this one
Would be worth having

Her future offspring's fate
Depended on a sonogram

Oh how she despised her partners
For putting her in this position
This duty fell on her

And her alone

She eyed the sonogram
The book nearby, so she'd make sure
To mix the concoction correctly

She hadn't the choice
In their conception but
She did decided their births

Those stains were permanent
She burned clothes and made a cover story
To her, this was obligatory

She had a whim
And she had a preference
She'd act on them

It took much examination
Much thought and consideration
If the sonogram wasn't her preference

Then she'd bleed
And, if it was, her future offspring
Would be spared

She had many sonograms
The undesired ones scribbled with
Blood red ink

The desired ones left untouched

This time
She won't bleed
She could put her book away

This one was spared
By the label on
Her sonogram.