A Bouncy Baby

Mary has a little lamb and,
Mary has a little child;
But, there is no father to this child.

She played around with the boys in her land and,
They all slept with her in the name of lust;
So, she now has a child without a husband.

Of her bruises and her words and her notes,
You can't hide from the truth when it hits you!
For she is now a mother with a bouncy baby boy and,
I am now floating in timeless order to reach out to her.

She was once my student and,
I taught hwer how to count, read and write;
But her echoes through the wind made her another person,
And she's now a mother to a bouncy baby boy.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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