A Little Fun with "Little Baby"

Yes it is possible to add some humor to a serious blog. After all, having fun with your newborn is something you'll have to get used to. Hope it doesn't end up like this poor family.

I have a poem I wrote 18 years ago in my poem book and I thought I'd throw it on this blog with some pics for fun. So here is my baby "Picture Poem."

"LITTLE BABY"

Once upon a time, the baby tipped the cradle,

and fell upon the cold, hard floor.

The baby didn't mind but the mommy fussed and cried

and rushed the baby right outside the door.

Silly clumsy mommy, had to slip and fall.
Sent the baby just-a-flyin' down the stairs.

Daddy who was down there went a-leapin' from his chair.
So fast he'd left behind his wig of hair.

But baby landed soft, not like dopey daddy.
He just had to stub his toe against the wall.

Now the mommy and the daddy who could neither stand nor walk,
said to baby, "Get the doctor! Make the call!"

The family was saved by an ambulance real soon.
To the hospital they raced against the clock.

Rolling on a stretcher towards a big white room
to a man that they would soon be calling, Doc."

Said the doctor to the daddy, "Now where do you feel pain?"

as he grabbed his toe and sent him through the ceiling!

When mommy saw this happen she said, "Stay away Doc!"

I'm better off at home to do my healing.

Now the mommy and the daddy real fast made up their mind,

to be homeward bound and not enouph too soon.

They went to grab the baby and were shocked when they had seen,

little baby by the window hanging moons.

A "copper" who had seen this had met them by the exit.

Said, "Come with me, we're on our way downtown."

The mommy's face turned red and the baby sat and giggled,

As daddy's dizzy head felt turned around.

"Why me?" she said to daddy as the baby crawled away,

towards the open streetside gutter.

"Oh NO!" said the copper as he rushed to save the baby,

but like mommy, fell as if he'd slipped on butter.

Well needless to be said, the family split real fast.

They made it home in record time I'll say.

Now the mommy's making soup and the baby's in in the cradle.

Said the daddy, "From now on it's here we'll stay."

THE END

Let the fetus do its job of becoming your baby.

No interuptions. No booze. No drugs.

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