Out Of The Mouth Of Babies. Poem by Harold R Hunt Sr

Out Of The Mouth Of Babies.



Out of the mouth of babies.
A three year old sets on a potty
He looks in after he's done.
And says, my poop looks like a hot dog!
He jumps off the table and cuts his head.
Blood was everywhere.
He looks around to see mom and says. The Champ is here!
He goes to bed and his mother says
Good night. He says it's not night time til you shut off the light

Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: baby
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