A baby with style
Coocoo doodle I do,
Not every day I coo,
What Mum can do, I can –
My skin needs a sun tan.
Homemade, my hair to curls,
My makeup shines like pearls.
And I'm just a baby,
Or an adult, maybe.
Baby guys will whistle,
Love – their own epistle.
While I sway my bum bum,
Left to right like my mum.
No high-heeled shoes to wear,
I'd still swagger with flair.
I'm a baby with style,
Can't stop this cheeky smile.
Prompt#3
Copyright © Maclawrence Famuyiwa | Year Posted 2025
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