Your Big Day

You've wet yourself — it's your big day!
Your fair-skinned, freckled little baby's on its way.
Your handsome blonde husband takes you into the car,
Tells you to be calm,
And off you are.
The hospital's such an excitement:
You're sat down,
And after a while your smile's a fat frown:
Sweating
Contracting
Breathing
Shaking
Pushing
Splitting
Birthing — The baby is finally here.
So excited for your new family life that you shed your frown,
But your husband is shocked,
And you too, when you look down:
You never planned to be a single mother,
But unfortunately, the babe's the wrong color!
Your man looks to you, wide-eyed, waiting for explanation.
"It's simple, my dear: it's genetic mutation."