Baby Talk

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I put myself in my own stockings to anticipate my thinking,
When I was a little baby with my little hazel eyes a blinking.
The poem shows what I was thinking before I could speak,
In that cute little body of mine laying there looking so sweet.

 

 

 

 

 

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Baby Talk

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Well hello daddy, I’m glad the Navy gave you a leave once more,
To come home to see me during this time our country is at war.
Owwww, l’m having a big gas pain way down deep in my tummy,
Whoops, I squirted and soiled my blankie like a little ole dummy.

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Here I am riding in the front seat of our 1936 model Chevrolet,
With my bottle propped up, sucking hard as we go on our way.
My Mom’s got a system that keeps me so happy as we go along,
On my way to my Daddies next Navy Post feeling so strong.

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My sister is whispering in my ear as I lie here resting so nice
She said “I love you, but don’t think you will take my place.
I’m the boss here because I got here a long year before you.”
Well Sis, we will just see about that as I’m the baby here too.

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Hey Mom, who do you love best between my older sister and me.
I love riding here beside you in my soft little baby basket so free,
I love you so very much and I can tell that you really do love me.
But I wish you wouldn’t have put this girls hat on me for all to see,

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Hey, I love taking a bath outdoors in this big old bowl wash tub.
I’ve got a hold of something with my right hand like a grub,
Washing it off to make sure it gets clean like the rest of my body
Wait , it’s not what you’re thinking, it’s my rubber ducky, you see.

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Hey, Mom’s fixing food and she left me sitting in my high chair,
She didn’t buckle me in so I might fall on my head down there,
Mom’s been feeding me too much as I am a real fat little booger,
She gives me “Sugar Tits”, or a stick of butter covered in sugar.

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The neighbors live on a farm and they have lots of animals here,
Mom left me sitting out here with that chicken giving me a stare,
Mom, he’s headed straight over here to give me a big old peck.
Help, come over and get me out of here Mom, what the heck.

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I love that Mom dressed me and sat me outside in the weather,
I love my little wooden painted chair that my Dad put together.
It fits me just right sitting outside here in the great outdoors,
I feel like laughing out loud with the sun on my head that I adore.

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Hey, wait a minute, some one left the old red barn door open,
This Billy Goat acts like he may eat me standing there moping.
I think I’ll grab his long black beard and give it a big old tug,
No wait a minute, I will be so gentle and give him a big hug.

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I guess I better sit here and be as good as I possibly can be,
As Mom said she will curl my hair some and make it more curly,
Sometimes I think she has so much fun dressing me on up,
To make me look very much like some kid she saw in a book.

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By Bill,

 

 

 

 

 

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Thanks for reading Baby Talk,
Bill