Once there wuz a itty bitty babe

Once there wuz a itty bitty babe
a itty bitty babe wuz he
and when they found that itty bitty babe
on the ground that itty bitty babe
frozen cold were she

warped in a blankie so pink and grey
wif folds of retched bloo
can we keep it momma? Kin it stay?
Well I gues itz up to yoo.

The frozin hands were tiny curld
a bitty grip on big old wurld
hang on tite the ride is short
and nasty, brutish is the sport
when whut gitz kickt iz you.



About therevr

A human being, striving to become more so.

Posted on March 28, 1997, in Poetry, Reflective, Silly. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Judith Kernodle

    I’m just absolutely enjoying some of these. You are so good!!! Judy K

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