Space Cowboy Drool (for Maurice)
They never cease to laugh
At the abundance of my drool
Well, ain’t I a baby?
Ain’t that what babies do?
Don’t I make a hearty laugh
At my daddy’s sound filled farts?
Gaga/goo goo loudly in church
Just as the sermon starts?
Pull my auntie’s hair
‘Til she can no longer pretend it doesn’t hurt?
Let all that hilarious drool
Make a laundry load full of my shirts?
They sure like to laugh when I drool
Bust a gut when I let my tongue protrude
But I draw the line when they suggest
Posting my cuteness on YouTube