Night Time

Night Time

by Dad

Elsa proves irascible
She hollers with a wrath that’s full
Of tears, screams, worries, wails, and cries.

On the changing table she lies
“Leave that nappy on, I’m dry!”

But little one
We’ve just begun
To get you ready for bed.
There’s a bath to take
A bed to make-
And Desitin for your bum!

“Put the bottle down I’m done
The book has lost its fun.”

Quietly play some old Liz Phair
And she won’t let out a cry
Only the soft repeating lovely word,
That word! She whispers:

“Bye!”