Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Envious

I saw her in the checkout line,
As prego as prego can be.
I wished that baby could be mine.
Nothing ever goes right for me.
I asked her real nice if I could
Feel it moving inside of her.
Asking nicely did no good.
Her icy stare at me was br-r-r.
She hurried past me for the door.
I yelled she thought she was so great,
But she was really just a whore.
She glared at me but did not wait.

I can rescue it from this slut.
Her belly's gonna feel my cut.