lesson number one
are you talking to me
in syllables never making sense
blowing raspberries
and shaking about
like a fart in a frying pan
you came into this world
rather unexpectedly
cries and stretches and smiles
demanding everything
and nothing at the same time
july two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 
This poem is very unique, I like the sense of both seriousness and irreverence. The fart in the frying pan😊
Thank you so very much, Judy. I’m glad you like this one!
It’s funny and interesting
😀