Sunday, 7 August 2016

My Baby

My Baby
Tenderly nurturing my baby
I recall
When it was very small
Not very tall

From the very first day
I watched my baby proceed
From a small seed
To a tall weed

Now it’s time
To smoke my baby
And maybe
Drink a Pink Lady

My baby is aglow
It smoulders and burns
Inhaling the smoke earns
Me downturns
In my concerns

This wonderful weed
Is indeed
My favourite misdeed

© Phil Renaud 2016