Weaning Poem by Jeannette Heywood
Weaning
Custard kisses, apple puree grin.
Baby rice, rusks, let's wipe that from your chin!
Mushy this and mushy that.
No need to rub it into your hat!
Crusty bibs, hair slicked with pudding.
Spoon and bowl on the floor are thudding.
Highchair covered, oh what a mess!
But no need for us to stress.
For you're learning a lesson without books from a shelf.
About how to feed and nourish yourself.
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