This is the Serious One’s first guest post. He wrote it many moons ago, before he was a father, and on a typewriter! I believe this poem was written about his first nephew who is now in his early 20’s. The sad thing is, he doesn’t remember writing it.
Must be baby brain rearing it’s ugly head yet again.
It Came From the Cradle
On a dark eery night
In the wake of a storm,
Curled up by a fire
I sat keeping warm,
Unaware of the creature
Coming up from behind,
That would drive me with fright
Clean out of my mind.
Squirming and wobbling
He made his approach
At the sweep of his booty-butt
Showed his diapereque cloak.
“Blaaa Gaa,” he screamed out
As I jumped from my chair,
“The Binky Monster!” I shouted,
“Has escaped from his lair.”
I tried to flee
But with vomitous force
He kept me at bay,
What could be worse?
That pablum-like glop
Spewing out from his lips,
Would frighten anyone,
Even Uncle Ewick!
I tried to defind
But his technique was quick
My shield-towel soaked
Was now making me sick.
A bribe with a rattle
A squeak toy could do,
To divert the Beast-Child
With the upchucking goo.
Oh no, there’s more ammo,
My nostrils doth bend
At the sight and the smell
From his posterior end.
“Help,help,” I screamed out
There was not place to go.
Trapped by a Binky Monster,
A real Horror Show.
At last to the rescue
Comes proud Papa-Man
I was wrong, things got worse
He had camera in hand.