My baby brother is so small, he hasn't even learned to crawl. He's only been around a week, and all he seems to do is bawl and wiggle, sleep. . . And leak.
We heard Wally wail through the whole neighborhood, as his mother whaled Wally as hard as she could, She made Wally holler, she made Wally whoop, for what he had spelled in the alphabet soup
Uncanny Colleen (unaccountably green) is munching on cabbage and squash, While spinning around in her washing machine no doubt she'll come out in the wash.
By: Iraira cedillo Pliss follow me make more poems for u