A friend at work had a baby shower not long ago. It's her second child. I found out about it at the last minute - she works in another department and word didn't filter over to me until the very last minute. I didn't have time to run out and buy her a present, so I sat down and wrote her a little poem:
You're an old hand by now
You know how it goes:
The burping, the bathing,
The playing with toes.
You've got all the gear
A new parent can use
The teether, the toys,
All in soft pastel hues.
You've been there and done that,
It's same-old, same-old.
Same song, different verse,
You're on a parenting roll
You don't need my advice
So I'll say not a peep,
But just leave you with this:
While you can, get some sleep!
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