ode to the chubby kid.

your lips, oh, your lips are divine.

i love the way they sqweesh on mine.

your soft, little hands hold mine just so.

they pull my hair and refuse to let go.

and those squishy thighs are all the rage.

i would write of them page after page.

your smelly feet are often sour.

why must you always pee in the shower?

your neck smells fabulous, oh, all the time.

and the creases in your wrists where the sun never shines?

i do love those creases and those blue eyes too.

you are the most wonderful baby, my sweet, chubby groody groo.

i know. i am ridiculous.