Baby Thief
I find the baby at every gathering I attend.
Once located, I ask their parent for permission as I lift them into the air.
And then, I quickly find a quiet corner out of sight,
So no one else will ask for a turn with said baby.
I have successfully spent so many Saturday afternoons covered in the slobber of an infant I’ll never meet again.
But I cannot wait for the day that the baby at the party belongs to us,
And I’ll get to pass my baton and gratitude to the next Baby Thief.
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Oh my goodness.
What a bundle of poetry joy.
Wonderful Baby Thief!