Wanna Buy A Kid?
 
The grandpa drawled, 'Well, pluck me bald!
Did you see that? The baby crawled!
Gosh oh gosh I feel enthralled!
He crawled up right next to me!
Which one is this, what is he called?
or could it be this one's a she?
That's my problem, don't you see,
is which baby this one could be.
For they still look the same to me.

You get told one day
by your daughter or son
of the newfangled ways
to now get things done.

I can't believe it nowadays
with all these strange newfangled ways.
They tried for 8 kids at a time,
if I'd one left it'd blow my mind.

So, it's really hard, you see
to sort them individually.
You'd think my kid,' he slowly drawled
'would label them with what they're called!'



Sister D's private challenge 'Well pluck me bald'

By blind poet

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