Baby Grand
By Matt Decker
Imagine if you will
As you read this tale
A dramatic crescendo
Of the musical scale.
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.
Look at him there --
All cuddly and cute;
The world outside --
He hasn't a clue.
What no one could know or ever expect
Is the ginormous goings-on arriving next.
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?
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