We’re rocking teeth
More shocking news
Our shoes won’t fit
Our socks we lose
We climb as high
As we can reach
And make the most
Unholy screech
We don’t sit still
May throw our food
And roll around
When in a mood
With grabby hands
And strong-willed walk
The vulnerable
We now stalk
That thing you smell…
Our butt don’t lie
Some nose-to-mattress
Lullaby
If you want sleep
You’d best be dead
Small half-moons mark
The path ahead
And will we tire
Or do as told?
Hell no! We’re just
As good as gold!
Katherine Shirley 