Monday, June 28, 2010

I fed her in the bathtub

Letters clinging to the tile
I let her sit and play awhile
Didn't want to clean again
So I fed her lunch right then
Spelled her name out on the wall
As she stood up big and tall
Heard the Bright eyes singing songs
She couldn't help but dance along
Yogurt bites from a little spoon
"Sit your bum down, silly goon"
Out of my mouth I'd never bet
"Please don't get your bacon wet"
Yellow flowers hanging wide
While tiny toes and arms are dried
Comfort from her favorite pony
"It's time to rest, my precious Lovey"

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