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Baby Cakes
The day my son came into this land
I myself had achieved twenty one
Didn't notice it was my birthday
Until the deed was done
His sister came up to see him
On a day snow covered the street
In purple tights and a red and green dress
With a straw bag of cookies to eat
Looking him over intensely she stated
He's fat, and Why is he so red?
And why have they fixed his hair
like a rooster comb on his head
All the while she took him in
With crumbs decorating her smile
Asking when could she hold him
cookie offered after a while
It must be something genetic
to say outright what you think
Cause her brother did same
at his sons birth and didn't even blink
was there when he was escorted out
before he waxed the floor
He hung in till the epidural
After that couldn't take anymore
At his wife's bedside with baby on the bed
Mama turned to papa sighing softly she said
What does he look like?Without glasses, I can't see
He looked intently at his son glancing over at me
His baby had great grandpa's lips
Waterlogged and swollen too
His wife again repeating anxiously
tell me, tell me true
Again he gazed at his first born a remnant of a stagger
Said I can tell you this much he's sporting a set like Jagger
Copyright ©
Vickey Rhymer
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