These things happen,
Planned or unplanned,
Although nursing one in hand,
Doesn't stop taking a quick stand;

So, in the heat of it all,
The smooth rise and sweet fall,
Whether some got in...,
...or was withdrawn before the rushing;

There was a delay in the flow,
Maybe it's just slow,
The cycle is well into the fourth,
Gives us some food for thought;

The two stripes were telling a story,
Of possible nine months glory,
Admidst lots of emotions, mixed and mashed,
But out the window is having life smashed.