Zzz 8. Hop On Pop Poem by Mason Maestro

Little ploops grows by the day
Your belly gets all the attention we pay
Two months away we wait for its birth
Nothing else compares to what it's worth

The prospect for me to become a new dad
While Spades' head hair will become a new fad
It couldn't come sooner, not sooner it could
To give up this role, I simply never would

Good Times may have moved out of the shop
But we do not fret that the business seems stopped
It's no matter to me nor no matter to you
I keep on my vvvvvvv, my oy oy, my moooooo

I like to read Dr. Seuss to ploops at night
His rhyming verses are well-written and tight
I may read Fox in Sox, or perhaps I might
Read Hop on Pop before I turn off the light

We got it all arranged for the baby to come
A crib with the blankets and a stroller and some…
Baby clothes that just barely covers its bum
Even a pump that helps get milk from the mum

Oh yes we are ready in every way that we know
At every thought of our ploops our faces will glow
Ploopy, we offer you to give this world a whirl
And welcome you no matter you're a boy or girl

…and you can
Plop on mom
Or hop on pop!