[if gte mso 9]>
Three human pounds
Urging to leave the tired womb
Managing just fine
Shouldn't be viable though
Nor living in 1964
Apgar* more than fine
Perfect
Like a science fiction artefact
An miniature little lady
Perfect
Why she lives is a little shady
Oh, she cries
Could she be hungry?
How to feed?
The shrimp is in need
For a feed
Mum can't provide
Without milk
She will subside
At last, she eats
Yet she cries
For feeds
She doesn't like
Yet she wants to survive
She's very much alive
Yet small, let's try the incubator
She can share with the other
Odd one out
She's a fighter
She kicks him out...
She's the survivor
No visitors allowed
Even a motherly cuddle
Is forbidden
Yet the shrimp
Is the survivor!
