He likes to lay around,

And watch me work,

I clean up his mess,

He watches with a smirk.

 

He screams for a drink,

As he gets out of bed,

I serve him immediately,

Wondering when will I get fed.

 

If  he can’t sleep,

He wakes me from my slumber,

If he’s feeling cold,

I’ll find him a jumper.

 

He demands my attention,

I do my best to entertain,

Sometimes his concentration,

Is a little hard to sustain.

 

He likes routine and order,

I have to do things just right,

If  I do it all wrong,

We may be up all night.

 

I do this for him,

He means the world to me,

He is my one and only,

And brings me so much glee.           

 

Why? You may ask.

 

The answer is quite simple,

He gives an enormous amount of joy,

And has the cutest little dimple,

It’s motherly love, and he\'s my baby boy.

 

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