Daddy mentioned the plethora of burp cloths we have in this house last night. He, jokingly, suggested a poem or a song. He probably should've written it, but he didn't. I did.
The Burp Cloth House
My Mommy lives in a Burp Cloth House
There's one in every Corner
One on the shoulder of her blouse.
There are handmade ones and store bought ones
Blue ones, white ones, even striped ones.
There's one with Chiefs helmets
Some with bugs
One even with my name on it(s).
Yes, My Mommy lives in a Burp Cloth House
There's one in every corner
For when I spit up on her blouse.
Sigh....Daddy really should've written it.
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