Very Bad Poetry

Instead of throwing.
That stale piece of bread away.
Give to the birds.
Not seeing the dirty dish.
But the great meal.
Aready picturing the next.
Looking at your first born.
Picking her up.
Her shying away.
Daddy, you need a shave.
Your heart swells, smiles.
What a great day.
Your smiling.
And she needs a change.
Wife smiles handing you a diaper.
She has that smile too.
She thinking the same thing?
I kiss her and feel good.
She kisses me back.
Feeling good becomes better.
A little lasts the whole day.
Laying baby on the bed.
She thinks the jeans and belt.
I took off last night.
A great new toy.
Tino, our puppy dog.
Hops up to say "Hi."
Tino, smells the diaper.
That look.
I swear.
Tino, saying to me.
I didn't do that.
But will be glad,
To shred the diaper apart.
Baby staring at puppy.
Seeming to think.
A little closer, little closer.
Then I got you.
My diabolical baby.
Mom's at the door now.
She's laughing too.
Automatically happy.
That's me.
rlh

note:
Wteve and I say.
It's almost New Years.
We want to wish you all.
A happy 4th of July

Robert Hawkins has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Robert's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Robert's latest works: