Killer Attack Baby
For Kaydin-Whom I love very much
All hail the killer attack baby
It hunts on all fours
Bow down to him all
Lock up your doors
It screams and wails
Pulls the hair out your head
And scratches your eyes out
Before going to bed
“Hi bugger! Hi!” I said, lifting him up. “How is Gampa’s little Bugger? Why, hello there, what’s up?”
“Wa!” he cried, mournfully
“Awww, there...” I said before tossing him in the air. “I know what you want...Weee!...Weee!...Weee!...There!”
“Mwaaa!” he insisted, face so forlorn. It wasn’t going to work, I’m afraid to inform.
“Maybe a cuddle? You think, little bugger?” I swaddled him close, as if I was his mother.
“Mwaaaaaaa! Waaaaaaaaaaaa!” he flailed, kicking and screaming. From something so small, I must certainly be dreaming.
“Ah- Blublublublub!” I shook my face for him. I thought it would help, if only a whim.
With a wail that would curl wallpaper, he pulled on my hair...and yanked off my glasses, it was really unfair!
“Help, help!” I yelled, looking around to see...everyone had left, it was just him and me!
Hands locked in my hair, he shook my head about, and continued to wail, and scream and shout.
“Oh, where’s Mom and Dad, Oh where did they go?” I thought. But then appeared Gramma. “I need help, don’t you know!”
She lifted him off with a squeeze and a pat. He was quiet in a moment, would you look at that?
And what was the problem for that little tot? It seemed she had something that I did not...
Boobies! (@)(@)
