Lament to a Hippopotamus
he’ll crush you with a stomp.
Grumble to an Alligator
you’ll end up in the swamp!
Fuss and fickle to a Buffalo
If they call you a late bloomer
just say “hip hip hooray.”
One day you’ll start-a-bloomin’
while they’ll be darning their crochet.
The mother screams
Oh no no no.
Is this how my progeny should be?
Where are the perfect feet?
She measures the child
My enemies are gloating.My expression reads revolting.
My cerebellum’s overdosingon synapses guilty yet consoling.
When you sneeze, oh the rapture!
To be showered post ah-choo.
A night heeding your nasal snores?
Spilleth over my love stew.