In an effort to nurture my creative side, I've been working on some poetry--haiku, to be specific. I probably need to expand my choice of subject matter, however.
stars bright, baby stirs
mommy and daddy need sleep
clock reads 3 AM
rain falls warm and sour
drips onto shoulders and floor
please stop spitting up
a snuggling pair
baby suckles at the breast
ouch baby, don't bite!
butterscotch pudding
warm, sticky, smeared on my shirt
oops, I smell poopie
well, what do you think?
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Hiya. First time visitor.
Too cute!
But when you got a baby it makes sense you have less else to talk about being that is pretty much all you deal with, ALL THE DAMN TIME.
Thanks for stopping by Scott!
Beautiful! I haven't written haiku in ages. I should try some. I love butterscotch pudding, btw. But not poopie.
I think you're awfully consistent!
Hehe, well, when your subject matter is so precious, who can help it?
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