In California a wee monster roams
Waiting to creep into all of your homes
Flat of foot and frugal in teeth
I can assure you his name isn’t Keith
Explorer by day, hell-raiser by night
This shoe-chomping tot is quite a sight
In the home of the brave and the land of the free
He takes liberation seriously
Screeches and wails
To be released
Tries to eat snails
And every odd beast
He knows how to charm
From here to LA
Turns off your alarm
Then makes his foray
Don’t you be fooled
By the coos and the smiles
His parents are ruled
Until they’re slumped into piles
Before his appearance, Mummy would dine
Without the backdrop of a ceaseless whine
How must silence feel, she’d love to know
But when it’s quiet, it’s alas and oh no!
Now here’s the queer thing, this monstrous child
Makes Mummy’s heart sing and her hair look wild
She’ll take no sleep, she’ll embrace a mess
He makes her weep, she will confess
But this ball of Sun, every inch of her heart,
He’s the One, Prince BurpinFart. ❤
Wisdom Wears Neon Pyjamas 
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