Stephen Tsirtsonis

The Baby Is Here

Oh my God the baby’s arrived,
Of sleep you will soon be deprived.
Screaming and wailing, and the smell,
very soon you will not feel well.

If this is not what you want to hear,
in 18 years you will have a cheer.
When your baby leaves your work is done,
and you life can return to fun.

This poem was written/submitted by Stephen Tsirtsonis.