Baby’s favourite drink

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Baby's favourite drink

She'll never refuse
A weak orange juice.
In fact, it's her favourite tipple.
Except perhaps, milk
As smooth as clean silk,
Quaffed warm and fresh, straight from mum's nipple.

The Baby

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The baby

What surprises
does life hold for you
my little one:
happiness, health,
a life in the sun.

Or, will it
be hunger,
fear and disease,
fight for survival,
a bitter deep freeze.

Sometimes, I guess
it's a matter of luck,
spinning that Louis D'Or,
famine or flood,
fire or drought,
peacetime or war.

May your God smile
graciously on you
and may he bring
contentment and
that very rare gift
of helping humanity sing.

The baby

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The baby

No wonder she's happy,
lying there in her nappy;
the pride of her mum
from her curls to her bum.

She'll giggle and coo,
that's what babies do
and if she dirties her diaper
well, mummy will wipe her.


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Babies need a room to grow,
And ladies have all got 'em,
Big brother told me - he should know,
They fall, out of your bottom!


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If a baby rook is a rookie,
And a baby duck, a ducky
Then a baby book's a bookie
And a baby chef is a cookie.

A Nappy Event

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A Nappy Event

The woman was pregnant, she reckoned,
When the ultrasound spotted a second,
A third, fourth and fifth,
Then even a sixth,
"Congrats," said the nurse, "You are fecund!"

Monica’s Moniker

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Monica's moniker

This passion for fashion, in naming our babies
Alas, will our lass be a Porsche, Mercedes?
Africa, India, Bangalore, Singapore
Nay, a full football team, if you feel she needs more.
Star, starlight, sun, sunlight, my oh my, even windy
Not you, to make do, with a Barbie or Cindy.
There's no shame in a name, that stands out from the crowd
Say it loud, say it proud, but for crying out loud
Remember the name will be with them forever
You may think it's clever, but don't call her Trevor.

A good night’s sleep

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A good night's sleep

You slept like a baby
So you said, last night
Does that mean, maybe
You've pants, full of shite?


When I questioned my mummy
How I got in her tummy
She said daddy had planted a seed
Well that was a hard 'un
Cos we have no garden
And daddy does nothing but read.
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