Poetry Italy 6

I BAMBINI (The Kids)

Son of God...dropped his guard
Sent a child...mild and wild
Hurled to world...curled and furled
Little prune...month of June
Close the shop...a new pop
Gather round...joy abound
Start the feast...call the priest
In his dank...he is swank
Make him vain...let him reign
In his crib...GUCCI bib
Baby made...mother staid
Paper pants...infant rants
Spastic hands...mark demands
Father there...stuck to chair
Mother's mom...orders calm
Mother's dad...looks so glad
Mother's friends...help to cleanse
Little tyke...all alike
Eyes alert...still no hurt
Ecstasy...family


12 December 1986