A Poem

I Know Why the Caged Baby Yowls

The free baby plays
With toys galore
And gets everything
It wants and more.
It kicks its chubby legs
And arms and behaves
In a manner most foul.

But baby locked
Inside a cage
Quite often gets
A case of rage.
It has no toys
Nothing to do
So it opens its mouth and yowls.

The caged baby yowls
An awful blat
Because its diaper is wet
From where it sat
And the cry is heard
By the neighbor’s cat
For the caged baby yowls for CPS.

The free baby goes to a PG-13 rated flick.
It’s parents take their little chick
Because they’re too cheap to get a sitter.
So baby grows up mean and bitter

But the caged baby, no movies has it seen
And it grows frail and rather lean
And thinks, “I’m a baby, not veal!”
So he opens his throat to yowl.

The caged baby yowls
An awful blat
And sits ensconced
Just like a rat
But there’s no cheese
For this poor brat
And the caged baby yowls for CPS