Henry, everyone can see you cry.
There’s a tear dripping from your eye.
You scream so loud the neighbors hear.
You sometimes yell right in my ear.
You look real sad and your face gets red.
But all you want to be is fed.
You want the only thing you eat.
It’s not a vegetable, fruit or meat.
It’s not taste of Chocolate Silk.
It’s good old fashioned mothermade milk
And this has been a rhyme to go with the #fmsphotoaday photo challenge for March 13, 2013. That’s a lot of threes, amiright? Anyways, the topic today was sound. So I took a photo while Henry was crying his face off. He only cries when he’s hungry and he was super hungry right then. We had just come home from the Children’s Museum and Henry was asleep most of the time, so he didn’t eat much.
And that’s all you’re gonna get from me tonight. It was a beautiful poem though, you must admit. Maybe I should write more poems like it. I am really good. Haha.