There's a baby at the tableWho doesn't know what's up.
Forks and knives and barbecues
And bottles of ketchup
Are sitting there and looking back
At his gaze perplexed.
"What are all these things about?
They've really got me vexed."
Worry not my babykins
For one day you shall eat
Not just milk from mama's breast,
But lots of yummy meat!
3 comments:
Oh wow he is one handsome little dude! And so fashionable already!
Baby Picklesworth is so gorgeous. What a beautiful bubba ... Oh & a great poem too! Sorry, the baby stole the limelight there in that post.
love it! thank you
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