Baby

Hello to baby


There´s no substitution for goo´s and gaa´s
Enrich me for I am a learning poet child
The peekaboo´s and gutchy goo five stars
I´m a poet baby intent on rhyming wild

Though I walk the talk is my verse really on parr?
Have I compromised expression all the while?
With my uncouth metaphors have I gone too far?
can I shape your face with a frown or smile?

My quest now is to put the word into it´s rightful place
Breach kindergarten walls the mature wild goose chase
Taste delicious recitals and spray onomatopeia

Meditate in cadence without falling from grace
attempt to change my diapers or run naked just incase
I´m a baby poet not a bard or a soothsayer.