Holy Grail
A wide grin
Stretches my chin
As I flail
To grasp the Holy Grail
A sharp shriek
Says it’s bleak
For Baby Aaron
Needs immediate attention
Your turn
Says my dear chum
As I get a smooch
On my grumpy tooch
Not exactly perfume
This reek from him
But more troublesome
Was that gaze from him
My handiwork is a splatter
As the crib gets it worst
In time to mitigate the matter
Duro’s entry is a burst
I roll and giggle with Aaron
Making up lost time with my son
But my chum wants in
Grasping for a part in this scene
We waddle together
Loving each other like never
And at the end of this trail
I’ll take this particular Grail
For once in a while
Nothing beats a family smile
Nice poem, man.
Okay.
Good poem…
Ok
Nothing really beats a family smile!
Abi? Beautiful, @howyoudey