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Children's poem. Inspired by my older son and his younger brothers. |
My Busy, Busy Baby Brother Manny is my baby brother Who’s as busy as can be. He just learned how to crawl around And now gets into everything. Just yesterday he crashed my fort That I built with my brand new blocks, And then he found the laundry basket And miss matched all our socks. He found mommy's sewing kit And unraveled all the spools. When mommy found him he was surrounded by thread That was soggy from his icky yucky drool. Did I mention that he puts everything In his mouth whenever he can? Books, table cloths, and even shoelaces Those things don’t seem very appetizing, I just don’t understand. When mommy, daddy, Manny and I Go out to a restaurant to eat Manny will get a kick Out of squiggling and squirming in his seat. And feeding him, oh boy What a sight that is to see. By the time he’s done with his meal He is covered head to toe in peaches and green beans. One day my friend Emily came over To play a game of double dare When all of sudden Emily yelled “Ouch!” “Your baby brother just pulled my hair.” Sometimes when we’re watching a movie Whether in a theater or on T.V. Manny will add his own sound effects By screaming, clapping and babbling. Bath time is another story Where Manny gets as busy as he can get, Splishing and splashing all over the place Stear clear of the tub or he'll get you soaking wet. But finally at bed time After a busy, busy day Manny snuggles up in his crib And dreams the night away. And when he’s asleep I think about All the things that he has done And I must admit that he sure makes Everyday super duper fun. |