S/Haiku...*sex Rock'N'Roll* Ain'T What You Think Poem by Ken e Hall

Only the drug comes in between somewhere when the mother or father cannot tell stories making them sleep.Nappies become thrown stuffs as underwears having the mark of exchange as chemistry is physically swapped..

A babys lullaby in haiku format-can be baby boy, baby girl or baby eunuch but if we consider only the baby beyond adjectives and attributes the song is compressed well in haiku format-a fatherly, grandfatherly, elderly attempt to stop the worries and cries in a baby.Babies indeed have their individual rock and roll feelings no matter their genre or apprehension of music..Written well.A memoir.

I can remember this even at my age. Thanks for the memories as Bob Hope used to sing.