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Through a Babies Eyes

Contributed by thewizard on Monday, 4th May 2009 @ 11:02:47 AM in AEST
Topic: HumorPoetry

I lay in my pram
Being prodded, then poked
By funny looking people
Some who smoked

With breath that smells
They say coochy-coo
They are totally mad
But what can I do

I lay there and gurgle
Make a strange little noise
For some unknown reason
They rattle my toys

I let out a burp
They laugh like mad
They change my nappy
The stink is so bad

My legs held high
On the floor I'm laid
Like a chicken on sale
My privates displayed

They stand around
Saying isn't he cute
As I lay there
In my birthday suit

Making some comment
With eyebrows raised
My manhood down under
It's size is praised

They dress me in clothes
Sometimes it's pink
Why not in blue
I'm a boy I think

It's now time for food
This I like best
Mother's blouse opens
Revealing her breast

I snuggle in tight
But what shall I do
Which one to go for
There's a choice of two

My meal now over
My back is slapped
Supposed to clear
Wind that's trapped

I finally belch
They're in for a shock
I'm sick down the back
Of mothers best frock

They tickle my belly
To make me smile
I go along with
But just for a while

Now the fun starts
They want me to doze
They leave my room
Door quietly closed

I wait a short while
Until they're asleep
I let out a cry
Start to weep

They'll be up all night
No time for bed
By five in the morning
Their eyes are blood red

A couple of noises
A few well timed cries
You can do what you like
Through a babies eyes

Copyright © thewizard ... [ 2009-05-04 11:02:47]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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