A Baby’s Thought’s
by © John A Elliott 2023
I didn’t ask to be born or bred,
I came into this world, wrinkled,
Bald, and no teeth in my head.
Innocent, not able to speak,
Frail and infirm,
Needing help and all weak.
Warm days of comfort
Inside mother’s womb
Gone in an instant as I entered the room
Crying, that’s me, and kicking a lot
I got my first smack
Before reaching my cot
I had intended, on being SO, so good
Then that nurse beat me
I was in such a mood
She made my bum smart, and glow, crimson red
I think I’ll just grow up
And be bad instead.
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