I was just beginning to write this silly little poem earlier when the baby flung back his arm while nursing and hit “post” long before it was ready. Eek! Sorry for those who received this strange snippet in their inbox! Now that the kids have stopped parachuting off their bunkbeds or other similar gymnastic feats, I’ve been able to finish it. Voilá!
The amorous little gentleman
approached with an unabashed smile of delight
and pulling my hair towards him
took a generous chomp of my chin.
He is not at all shy
but perfectly clear
that it’s his utter to delight to bite me
—smooch here and here and here—
If he weren’t so sweet,
like a down covered peach,
perhaps I would try to struggle
but darling he is,
I simply give in
and chubby arms round my neck
give him a snuggle.