Smelly Socks,

Observing your every part
Listening to your beating heart
As I gently caress both your tiny feet
And slowly sway in heat

One, two, three and
Four to five I quietly add
To sleep you fall with steady rocks
Dressed up in your spiffy socks

You’re still so little not walking
And certainly barely are you talking
Many changes you’ve already had
Cute little button my baby lad

As I gently pat your bum
And watch you suck your thumb
Tickling a little those tiny toes inside
All ten dressed up in such pride

As this strangest funny smell
Confused yet for sure I can tell
Arrives into the room with dizzy spell
And into your tiny socks to dwell

Boy child with an angel face
You hypnotize me in your grace
This stink comes not from your bibs
My nose does not tell fibs

Baby are you ever so bright
Yet my nose is quite acutely right
First I dared to sniff your tooting bum
Oh boy do I now need some rum

Then I smell further down
And drenched is thy baby gown
Not only the smelly socks you have
My little darling sleeping dove

Joy of this called motherhood
Comes with bliss and few also rude
I have oh so much cleaning again to do
To dress you back into baby blue

© 2008 By Janette Ihnatova Dengo