Baby’s breakfast poem
by cricketjeff on December 5, 2007. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
A large white slick that heads for the door
Milk and cereal over my head
Mum will be cross she wanted me fed
The dog and the cat both think it’s a spree
But now I have done this, there’s none left for me!
Milk and cereal sat in high chair
Milk and cereal plenty to spare
The spoon wasn’t needed I threw it away
I wonder what else I’ll be given today
But now I must go there’s a smell from my bum
I better start shouting out “I need you mum”!
Takes me back…