Baby Bomb
eleven September now seems quite apt
it was the very day our lives got high jacked
our life on autopilot and easy
now nappy shifts make me pretty queasy
our baby exploded and in the haze
a plus rocked changes in our party ways
late nights out vanished in a birth instant
because of our tiny little infant
fights invade our small family manor
life peace requires a medal of valour
a Stonehenge resolve is what we now need
and a pass key to Fort Knox to succeed
baby blessing rewards our sacrifice
her baby smiles cuts of heaven a slice
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