Miss Conception

my Muse and i i went for proper grammar instead of the sonority of my Muse and me but back to the poem if that's what you want to call it so my Muse and i we're texting about having a baby but not just any baby because my Muse and i live far from each other with only the occasional cell conversation but many emails and photo sharing sharing each other in these modern times love will always be love as long as we keep sustainability in our long distance relationship as long as we are here for each other to love and comfort but my Muse and i decided having a girl would be best because if a boy he might grow up and be like me and that i wish upon no one so on a given day decided so decidedly excitedly i stopped putting a condom on my mouse and now saw how easy it was to scroll down and up her photos while she stopped taking the pill and started popping M & M's making her belly big giving the impression it was working and in doing so we started mailing more and the photos became more risque a pirate's rating of arrr as we now had come to that point in time discussing cyber baby names and i started stocking up on ipads for the sure to be constant changing but then came the thought i ought not to have thunk since it stank of jealousy but i asked her what about your teets mainly meaning her teets and me and that thing as now i saw it as an it frankensteinishly pieced piece by piece and she began crying and i tried to appease her sensibilities but then without word pulled out the USB cord