Baby Talk

The way I see it the world’s gone wrong I have had this notion Since the day I was born! I move about on my fours And mum has to do all my chores! From where I crawl It is my view The world is wrong, I can see it all! Dad’s always busy But mum is home We cuddle cozy, after bath and foam! Baby talk I talk to her In signs, shrieks and lisps She’ll nod and answer Carrying me on her hips The cat comes to play Every morning with me I ask him to stay As he rubs across my knee! I have lots of lovely toys All on the floor Spoilt I am for choice Want more and more Life is so beautiful All sweet and nice Calm and peaceful If one really tries! All the grown up Men look so sad They can’t have fun Must be so bad! I hear them shout Often in fight I have no doubt They are not right They are working late They are never home, They are in a state When finally home! Why can’t they all Stay home like I do Play till night fall And do what I do? ‘Your Best New poem’Contest