Big Baby!

Our story commences

Beyond picket fences

Within a house so grand

In a variety of senses.

Up an ornate stairway

Past sculptures and statues

Down a galleried hallway

We reach a baby blue room.

See that slowly-spinning mobile?

Underneath lies a peaceful child.

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.

Kin and citizens are rocked and shocked

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.

Now he destroys housing blocks.

Like swatting away a pesty fly,
He does away with planes in the sky.

"Look at him waddle --
If he falls on us,
We'll all become fossils!"

The military's dispatched,
Deploying elite troopers.

But it's no match
For this Super Pooper.

If these events seem extreme
And out of the mainstream,
Oh well...a baby can dream.

Can't he?

© Matt Decker