Baby Boy Bradley
Mama Mable made music mellow with mood
But baby boy Bradley bellowed and booed
So sensitively she started singing sweetly
Yet the youngster yowled yearningly
Poor perplexed papa peered and pleaded
“No nocturnal nuisances are needed,”
He hurried through the house, his hefty frame hobbled
Baby boy Bradley basked blissfully with his bedtime bottle
*For Constance’s Forms of Poetry 101 contest. Never tried alliteration before.
by Carolyn Devonshire
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010
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