When you first come into this world
The nurse inspects you and gives you a twirl
You are then taken home and placed to rest
You are left to slumber and of course to rest
And from that moment there is a change
You start to cry and make your parents deranged
Through all the noise and the screaming
I think your parents would rather be dreaming
For this disruption causes stress
And their sweet child is no longer a bless
And for a reason unknown to you
Your parents split and are no longer two
Was it your fault? Is it true?
Was it actually because of you?
Phil Lister 05/03/03
listerspoetry@gmail.com
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