Won'T
WON’T!
No I won’t go to sleep,
You can’t make me.
I’ll scream
Wherever you take me.
And I won’t have pyjamas on.
I’ve a pain in my tummy
Since feeding from mummy,
And she just keeps patting my back.
If that’s the right way,
Then all I can say
Is she’s obviously not got the knack.
I’m feeling forlorn,
Didn’t ask to be born.
And I hate my cot and my room.
So I’m not going to stay;
I’m moving away,
And going back into the womb.
2oth December 2019
Baby Face What's You Thinkin'?
Baby 'B'
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