O Father, I hath pooped mineself again!
O Mother, I have hunger. Hear my cries!
The night is long; come, sing your lullabies!
I wish to sound my revels with my kin!
A gaseous bane is forming deep within;
Come lend your hand, and teach my belch to rise!
Then hug me till I deign to shut mine eyes
By thy good bosom, nurturer and friend!
For what is night but time we have not lost
To cradle close and contemplate the womb?
And what is sleep but hours not spent to cross
The milky way that leads anon to you?
Tempt not mine eyes to shut away from thee;
This world is wide, and I have much to see.
Written July 2020. I realized the toddler wasn’t the only one in the house who deserved some sonnets. So the baby gets a turn.
comedy, everyday life, parenthood, rhyming, short, sonnet, toddler sonnets
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