No. 8

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

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