by Janette Dengo

Created on: October 02, 2008   Last Updated: February 20, 2011

Smelly Socks,

Observing your every part

Listening to your beating heart

As I gently caress both your tiny feet

And slowly sway in heat

One, two, three and

Four to five I quietly add

To sleep you fall with steady rocks

Dressed up in your spiffy socks

You're still so little not walking

And certainly barely are you talking

Many changes you've already had

Cute little button my baby lad

As I gently pat your bum

And watch you suck your thumb

Tickling a little those tiny toes inside

All ten dressed up in such pride

As this strangest funny smell

Confused yet for sure I can tell

Arrives into the room with dizzy spell

And into your tiny socks to dwell

Boy child with an angel face

You hypnotize me in your grace

This stink comes not from your bibs

My nose does not tell fibs

Baby are you ever so bright

Yet my nose is quite acutely right

First I dared to sniff your tooting bum

Oh boy do I now need some rum

Then I smell further down

And drenched is thy baby gown

Not only the smelly socks you have

My little darling sleeping dove

Joy of this called motherhood

Comes with bliss and few also rude

I have oh so much cleaning again to do

To dress you back into baby blue

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