For nursery Rhymn contest

This is for Jack

Jack the baby
Wanted his bottle.
His pants were full;
His wail at full throttle.

Mom comes rushing in
And looms over his bed.
Jack burps out a smile.
It's time to be fed!

With his diaper now empty;
His stomach quite full;
Jack examines his surroundings,
Then plays with some drool.

Now rocking with Mom
Jack sits sucking his thumb
May he grow to write poetry
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