Growing Funny Bones
What a nice sleep I had, no more yawn,
that tingling prick of hunger, all have gone.
slurping creamy milk, a tummy full upon
my soft cuddly mom calling 'Cootchy John'.
When will Dad blow bubbles on my belly?
and mom will give me some red apple jelly?
I love Tom and Jerry..oooh.. running on telly
but I hate my sticky poop, so bad and smelly.
My diaper now so dry, aaah..so silky I feel
Gee gah boo.. tah pah nhi,..with them I deal.
Only vowels of chuckles, from head to heel
I am growing funny bones, with every meal.
25th May 2019
Baby picture No 3
Sponsor James Edward Lee Sr.
Contest : Baby Face What's You THINKIN 2
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