The Infant

It's amazing how awful this poem is and yet I stubbornly refuse to remove it from the blog.

"Those rosy cheeks! That toothless smile!"
"Its vision churns within me bile!"
"Don't you like her infectious laugh?"
"I'd like to saw its throat in half."

"She looks so wonderful tonight,
So cute while dressed in pink and white."
"There are things far beauteous, fool!
Fawn on those, not this thing's drool!"

"Goo-goo ga-ga, oh my, so sweet!"
"Yes, teach it words it'll ne'er meet!"
"She will not understand fair words."
"It'll learn when you stop that speech absurd!"

"I tickle here and tickle there,
Oh my, she reacts to my care!"
"Of course it does you stupid sod,
It's alive for the love of God!"

"So, would you like to play with her?"
"Not till another eighteen years."
"Would you rather sing her to bed?"
"I'd rather smash its balding head."