Sunday, December 11, 2011

Serves You Right!

asks for a VERY short story!


Arnold pushed Mary out of the car!
Her diamonds flew through the air!
They were the prize we most wanted!
Now, they could be just anywhere!
(140 characters)


High Maintenance babies are everywhere!
Babies need a lot of care.
They scream! They dribble! They often mess!
Yet this one exuded happiness!
Look through Google and you will find
That this one was of a different kind!
In every picture he's beguiling!
Sleeping sweetly, sweetly smiling.
Or else he's gazing out at us,
Without one sign of baby-fuss!
Now babies cry to show a need;
To express a desire to have a feed!
How could Mary ever tell,
Without that all-insistant yell?
Motherhood was all delight;
Not one sign of a broken night!
New young mothers everywhere
Envy that Low Maintenance care!


Pat said...

Diamonds scattered in the snow--the jewel thieves were foiled again. Or are those people the heirs?

Cute poem about the perfect baby.

I bet Mary sometimes would say to later children, "Why can't you be like your brother?!"

Grandma's Goulash said...

I might brave a cold field, if I thought I could find some diamonds. Got a real chuckle from your low maintenance baby.

Lisa Ricard Claro said...

Whatever did she do to deserve the shove? LOL

Love your poem. I'd not thought of that, but you're right!

SparkleFarkel said...

You know, this is exactly what happened to Liz Taylor, a while back. But good ol' Lizzy was always about making lemonade from lemons, wasn't she?! *chuckles. Oh? You didn't know?--> Yes, an accidental gem-scattering was the inspiration behind THIS.