Baby Face, What's You Thinkin
The silly man wants me to smile.
Been making faces for a while.
My mom and dad are standing by
just grinning hoping I won’t cry.
I’m ill. I’m tired. I missed my nap.
Just filled my diaper full of crap.
I’m hungry too. Smile? I will NOT!
Don’t care if pictures cost a lot.
Cooperate with y’all? No way!
My picture won’t be made today.
So—diaper change and bottle, please.
We’re going home. Get out your keys!
Photo B
December 20, 2018, entered in James Edward Lee Sr's contest
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