Baby Cakes

The day my son came into this land I myself had achieved twenty one Didn't notice it was my birthday Until the deed was done His sister came up to see him On a day snow covered the street In purple tights and a red and green dress With a straw bag of cookies to eat Looking him over intensely she stated He's fat, and Why is he so red? And why have they fixed his hair like a rooster comb on his head All the while she took him in With crumbs decorating her smile Asking when could she hold him cookie offered after a while It must be something genetic to say outright what you think Cause her brother did same at his sons birth and didn't even blink was there when he was escorted out before he waxed the floor He hung in till the epidural After that couldn't take anymore At his wife's bedside with baby on the bed Mama turned to papa sighing softly she said What does he look like?Without glasses, I can't see He looked intently at his son glancing over at me His baby had great grandpa's lips Waterlogged and swollen too His wife again repeating anxiously tell me, tell me true Again he gazed at his first born a remnant of a stagger Said I can tell you this much he's sporting a set like Jagger