Baby on Board
A poem by
On Miranda Rose, A Ship of British Marine at
Little tooksie went on the ship
Wearing her pretty pink clip
Hoping to get an ocean dip
But her parents and grans would sure flip
That wish easily we did pip
Oh what a trip, what a trip!
Being so hot, she barely did kip
All attempts she managed to skip
Only water she wanted to sip
Or to climb upwards from someone’s hip
Or paper that she continuously tried to rip
Oh what a trip, what a trip!
Around the place, carrying her, she got us to zip
The cries of delight that spouted from her lip
Drowned all our protests which we had to nip
With lots of fun, time did quickly slip
All the way till the journey’s tip
Oh what a trip, what a trip!
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