Have you ever seen a baby?
They look like little blobs.
All they do is eat and cry—
The dirty, lazy slobs.
I’m glad I’m not a baby—
A helpless, dumb buffoon.
My mom just said to stop this poem
And go clean up my room.
Poetry For Children
Have you ever seen a baby?
They look like little blobs.
All they do is eat and cry—
The dirty, lazy slobs.
I’m glad I’m not a baby—
A helpless, dumb buffoon.
My mom just said to stop this poem
And go clean up my room.