My friend Angi is a new mother who’s recently returned to work at her oh-so-fabuous job in the front office of an NFL franchise — which she CAN’T EVER QUIT, just in case she was thinking about it!!!! She was so fond of my evil popcorn haiku that she asked me to ghostwrite a haiku for her about breast pumping at work. Not exactly sure why… she’s just super random ;)
I have zero first-hand knowlege about breast pumping as I am myself, childless, but I’m willing to give it a go. I have a pretty good imagination. It’ll be kind of like I’m a rapper who grew up in the suburbs writing about how thugged out he is. Feel free to request a haiku of your own. Here goes ;)
Breast milk in the fridge
Everybody knows it’s mine
I feel like a cow
Pumping at my desk
Sorry you had to see that
You should learn to knock
How’d I do, Ang? You should print this out and put it up in your office next to your ‘Footprints’ plaque ;)
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