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.
Oh my goodness.
What a bundle of poetry joy.
Wonderful Baby Thief!