I would look at my sleeping grandson and wonder what are we In the cosmos but a speck of dust in the sea of time. this poem was written because as we said baby, boo he would laugh.
He came out of mommy's womb.
There wasn't a lot of space at our house,
We had to built a bigger room.
When the midwife saw him,
As he stuck out his tiny head.
She didn't slap his bottom,
But slapped his dad instead.
The day that we went out,
There was a dreadful fuss.
That was the day the bus driver said,
No monkeys on the bus.
We had our grandparents round for dinner,
Oh how happy he would be.
He had his grandad for his dinner,
And his grandma for his tea.
He likes to growl and spit,
He's always in a rage.
But I like baby boo the best,
When mummy puts him
Back into his cage.
.
If you come to our house ,
There's plenty room to stay.
No one else is living here,
Baby boo has frightened them all away.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2021-08-08 at 22:32
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baby boo
When baby boo came to our house,He came out of mommy's womb.
There wasn't a lot of space at our house,
We had to built a bigger room.
When the midwife saw him,
As he stuck out his tiny head.
She didn't slap his bottom,
But slapped his dad instead.
The day that we went out,
There was a dreadful fuss.
That was the day the bus driver said,
No monkeys on the bus.
We had our grandparents round for dinner,
Oh how happy he would be.
He had his grandad for his dinner,
And his grandma for his tea.
He likes to growl and spit,
He's always in a rage.
But I like baby boo the best,
When mummy puts him
Back into his cage.
.
If you come to our house ,
There's plenty room to stay.
No one else is living here,
Baby boo has frightened them all away.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Read 288 times
Written on 2021-08-08 at 22:32
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