(Poem 109 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

My baby is a vampire,
adorable and sweet.
Teeth sharp as razors,
slice easily through meat.

He gets a little cranky
if he’s late for his nap,
which is very dangerous,
and can lead to a mishap.

So, I keep him on a schedule
with his snacks and sleep;
thanks to my diligence,
he rarely makes a peep.

He loves to snuggle,
but be careful of his bite,
and stay away from windows
due to harsh sunlight.

I’m not exactly sure
how this happened to my child,
but it might be because
his dad’s a little wild.

Whatever the case,
if you put my love to the test,
I’ll tell you loud and clear
that my baby is the best.

@Home Studio – 109^th poem of the year

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