Poem Title : Bringing up Your Baby MC 062
Written 25/06/2007
Now Mother take your baby dear,
Cast off your clean new apron,
respond not to their winging cries,
though a rod for your back you`re making.
Too much soft closet,danger! Fear?
At wits end you be reaching.
The Kid will never learn a thing,
with too much damn protecting.
That Child of anxious parenthood,
spared real friendship of others,
Never free to explore a cave,
Go stumbling in stormy weather.
Sad victim of the Nannies state,
Contagious germs abundant,
The in-built disease immunity,
Has no chance to develop.
So If you have more faith in God,
Please trust your guides a moment,
Allow the sixth sense to come through,
Let them learn from real Experience.
