Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Mommy To Be Bad

A fool is my mommy to be.
She got this expensive machine,
And strapped it around her belly
To make my young brain grow more keen.
All it does is keep me awake
With all of its vibrating sounds.
There's not much more that I can take.
Stress in the womb is out of bounds.
With mommy to be's nitwit brain,
Odds are I'm starting out real slow.
This noise is making me insane,
So one of us has got to go.

I'd had enough to merely scoff.
I punched a hole and ripped it off.