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