Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Poem #67

I don't want a baby,
not even if it's small,
not even a quiet one
that knows how to crawl.

I don't want a baby
no matter how clever,
even if it's cute
and works a mean lever.

I don't want a baby,
no matter how smart,
talking in sentences
right from the start.

One of the things Beth and I have always been in agreement on is our desire to not have children. Babies can be amusing in their finest moments. But they're really hard to deal with on a long-term basis. Even the best baby in the world has more downside, in my view, than upside.

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