Poetry Thursday

 

This week's inspiration from the Two Spoiled Cats

When Tommy was born his parents thought he was a fine young buck

And they could not believe their luck

The boy was filled with spirit and pluck

Then he began to upchuck.

They took Tommy to the doc

To see if there was a block

The doctor said they needed to talk

And said it would pass, then to pay him they had to sell stock.

They didn’t take Tommy out for half a year

And the vomiting stopped so they thought he was in the clear

As Tommy’s grandma's birthday grew near

At it they decided to appear

They made sure Tommy had nothing in his belly

Not even his favorite beans made of jelly

They didn’t want him to have a diaper most smelly

Or to vomit that looked like Gol Gappa from New Delhi

To Tommy’s grandmom’s they did go

And he looked so happy it was likee he was aglow

He even at some mashed potato

When he was done his dad saw him and said “Look out he’s going to blow.”

He threw up on the table

He threw up on grannie’s sable

He threw up on the rug

He threw up on cousin Doug

He threw up on the cat

He threw up in Grandpa’s hat

He threw up his on aunt Sue

If you were there he would have thrown up on you too

Tommy was brought home and put to bed

Then his parents collapsed on the couch like they were dead

They wished they had listened to their Uncle Fred

Who told them this would happy to a baby what was inbred