Our story commences
Beyond picket fences
Within a house so grand
In a variety of senses.
Up an ornate stairway
Down a galleried hallway
We reach a baby blue room.
See that slowly-spinning mobile?
Time crawls on
And it becomes clear
That something's wrong,
Something quite weird.
Too soon he zooms
Past diaper and crib
And booms out of bibs
At a super hyper clip.
So you know they begin to talk:
"I'm all for
Nutrition and nurture,
But maybe this baby
Should ease up on Gerber."
Before terrified eyes
He grows to the size
Of that mega movie gorilla
Or that mutant dinosaur,
("What a freakish eyesore!")
He's Goo-Goo-Ga-GaZilla.
Warning sirens loudly sound
Police mandate higher ground:
"When that titanic tyke spits up,
You don't wanna be in town --
It'll be one chunky and smelly flood!"
No more Lego toy blocks.
Like swatting away a pesty fly,
He does away with planes in the sky.
The military's dispatched,
Deploying elite troopers.
Deploying elite troopers.
If these events seem extreme
And out of the mainstream,
Oh well...a baby can dream.
Can't he?
© Matt Decker
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