A ball, a sock, a crawl, a walk
‘Twixt cupboard wares and open stairs
The baby’s on the move.
A lid, a crumb, once-diapered bum
Beneath the chairs; where’er he dares
The baby’s on the move.
A scarf, a boot, a laugh, a scoot
From houseplant fares to mother’s hairs
Why taught we him to move?
©2020 Chel Owens
Sounds like his big brothers taught him well!
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Perfect 😂😫
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🙂 Thanks!
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