Funny Baby Poems | Examples
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Baby tooth left under pillow
Next morning,nothing there.
Stolen,perhaps by a toothless Fairy.
My Sweet Girl
Giddy baby, giggles and dimples,
hardly ever cried
Except when time for Mommy’s awaking,
With patient eyes she spied.
Humming with gurgling baby sounds,
Hair wispy softly curled,
Watching down the hall to catch me,
By precious, my sweet girl.
Quietly at play all the while,
two fingers in her mouth,
By chance If hearing my door open,
Only then she cried aloud.
If I could skip across the hall,
Bathroom just across from my room,
It must be done without a sound
I would quickly zoom.
But if she saw me my sweet girl,
would loudly make it known
Cries interpreted “Aha! I see you!
Your cover has now been blown!”
For some this is funny,
for others it is dead serious.
This may not be earth shattering to you,
but for many it is.
Why have most bathrooms taken out paper towels,
then replaced them with blow dryers?
If you have a baby or small child,
how do you wipe their butt or face?
Try wiping up water off the counter,
blow dryers don't work so well.
I plea,
give us a choice.
Paper towels for some,
a blow dryer for others.
Quote By Poet "Time is a funny thing. It is here, it is gone.
Never to be found again."
As l get older,
I find the same word has different meanings.
I ask myself,
how can that be?
As a child I played by myself,
I was just rambling around to kill time.
When I started working,
the work day went rambling along.
As a new mom the baby phase,
sure was not rambling anywhere.
Now older and hopefully wiser,
I can see how some words have changed my life.
Now as the years have past by so quickly,
I find myself rambling along from day to day.
Today a baby winked at me
another hilariously giggled
Worth at least 10,000 texts
or - yesterday - a thousand squiggles
As a baby we first hear music as a lovely lullaby,
in loving arms as we are rocked to sleep.
As a toddler we learn to dance to the music,
we make funny moves to the left then to the right.
As teenagers music touches our soul,
the beat goes from head to toe.
As adults we find our music style,
it could be rock~country~blues~classical.
Music lives in us as we go through life,
touching every special moment.
I could never live without music,
it runs through my veins and soul.
I was a double yoke baby
one X and two Ys
Obvious from birth
From the hair on my pubic
To the size of my girth
The Swing
Writing from the porch now.
I am down to paper and pen.
Rocky will not let me
have anything else.
He insists on all of my time
there is little or none
left for rhyme
these days.
He calls my name in the morning "Ma, ma"
He calls my name in the eve. "Ma, ma"
He knows how to train me well.
He has put me under his spell,
and I have already fallen
in love.
It took only one time
to hold him close in my arms.
He has such magical charms.
My husband and I,
We now celebrate...
each day a new.
We are parents of a big boy now
and he is home.
He is our first kid.
We are so proud.
He is
one of many...
to follow
but none will be as cool
for me... as the first!
At least that is true until
the next.
Do you know what it feels like
To be with child is a delight
And a horror as you grow
You worry for health wealth everything else soul
Then you feel the first flutters
At about 3 months melts you like butter
Take your fingers wiggle them funny
That is how it feels in your tummy
Then your senses get cranked up
Of some things you can’t get enough
Or you may have morning sickness
And feel strange at your new thickness
Carrying a child is a big deal
Emotions go wild let Jesus take the wheel
You feel ugly and beauty at some time
Finally baby comes so sweet so divine.
Apple Appetite
ample appealing
Adam an American
artificial air
Butter best baby
beautiful blue butterflies
buying buckwheat bread
Crackers cherry crust
cinnamon cheese cereal
crispy crunchy crumbs
Date Written: 7/20/2020
Flickered fingers;
Can't dial ringers;
Telephone calls;
Babies cry and crawls;
what do you do?
what do you do?
When their diapers fall?...
6/8/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2020
A rabbit an elk and a snowman walked into a bar.
I stared at this neonate.
Did eight month olds talk?
No wait. He is nine months old right?
I check the calendar.
Nine months going on ten.
My first time at babysitting him.
The bartender says.
I run to get a pencil to write this down.
He gurgles at me.
Loud gas bubble pops
I get out my phone to videotape him.
Go ahead, I say.
The door opens. His parents have returned.
His mouth slams shut.
Loud giggle.
You are diabolical I say.
A bad baby.
He laughs himself silly.
A speck
What the heck?
Tiny,
mini,
little
thing…
She was born with cat ears.
So cute! Everyone lied.
Some of us felt them.
They were striped, and furry.
Odd for a human head.
Gray, pink in the middle.
“Adorable!” some of us said.
“Can they be removed?” the new grandmother asked.
Making her daughter-in-law her enemy for life.
Watch Out!
Yes, they did take a while to grow in-
but you see, by the size of my grin,
I am pretty darn proud
and I'm laughing out loud-
my two fangs are as sharp as a pin!
And I know that because worrisome
big bro ran in the room with our mum-
quick, my lolly pop grips,
pulled it out from my lips-
as my new teeth sunk into his thumb!
Sandra M. Haight