So there's nothing new
Under the Sun, they say.
Except...

I

Was

Once

New.

Yes, once I was a new baby...

Once upon a time.

"How are babies made?"

My mother and father
Sold me the first fairy tale.

There was a baby shop.
In the shop many babies
Hanging down on elastic
Waiting to be selected.

One bright Summer's day
They went baby shopping.

They picked me out
And took me home with them.
That's how I came to be.

I took the bait and 
I believed the tale.

And I was very happy
For I was the one 
That they had chosen.

I was special. 

© Griffonner 2026

Image courtesy of Jonathan Borba