Proper Pregnant Princess Kate. Poem by Natasha Muriuki

Sit up Kate! Don't forget to cross your legs and to dot your I's, Kate! Smile Kate! but not too much! eye contact is key! don't forget this, or that, that's very important!
I could really go for a big mac, a pepsi, or even better, a half hour to meself. i know nearly every girl's dream is to marry a prince, but that's one
heck of a job!
'Kate the Press is ready for you! ' the queen said as she showed up in my room with a smile on her face. I rolled my eyes in irritation as I questioned myself how I was going tp get through the day with swollen feet that were the size of an elephant's, sausage fingers and cravings to no end.
This was torture, and mom's Sloppy joe sounded swell.
I craved everything greasy and improper that a normal person would have. Everything that the queen thought to be improper for a princess.
I really should have married the nosy nerd in my science class who always smelled like jallepeno.