Baby Making Wobbly Pop Poem by Simon Gowen

Baby Making Wobbly Pop

Rating: 5.0


I'd like a drink of wobbly pop
That my dad used to drink.
It turns your legs to jelly
And makes your eyes go pink.

It makes your words sound funny
It makes you laugh and sing
Mom said it's expensive
As it cost my dad a ring

One night at a party
Where both my parents met
Dad was on the wobbly pop
And drunk all he could get

Mom was drinking vodka
She then moved onto whiskey
Mom claims this combination
Made both of them turn frisky

Nine months down the line
A little poet then popped out
Half the local area
Heard mother scream and shout

To wet the babies head
My dad had wobbly pop to drink
Now mothers buying baby clothes
My bedrooms painted pink

Soon I had a sister
She screams and balls a lot
My sister shares my bedroom
My sister owns my cot.

This wobbly pop is potent
It's how a baby's made
My father mixes wobbly pop
Now with my lemonade

The more I think about it
That pop is not for me
I think that's why my parents
Still insists that I drink tea! !

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
John Brown 15 April 2014

I love it - my kinda poetry.

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Simon Gowen

Simon Gowen

West Midlands - UK
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