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.


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 grandpa 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 The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-08-08 at 22:32

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Sona
Lovely, enjoyed it so much.
2021-08-12


Anly Stede The PoetBay support member heart!
This is so sweet and brought a smile to my face. Kids are the best, aren't they? I really enjoyed, thanks for sharing :)
2021-08-12


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
I enjoyed this read very much and put a smile on my face

Thank you

Elle x
2021-08-09