Horkensnorfer, come sing your tune.
I need relief, and I need it soon.
The baby’s long been down to nap
and I’m burdened with ever mounting pap.
It’s cone, then star, then seal and handle,
Cap and bottle, we’re all assembled.
The pinch of the initial squeeze.
Then pray for let down, Oh, please, please, please….
Just an ounce or two, till the baby’s up,
The droplets quietly fill the cup.
Shhhhh…Shhhhhh…. the Snorfer sighs.
And, Eastward, the sun begins to rise.
It’s back to bed for me once more
Thanks to my faithful Horkensnore.
So, that’s what I thought of in the middle of the night when I couldn’t sleep because the baby wouldn’t wake up and I did keep poking her in the head but no luck, and, golly, this is really starting to hurt, can’t you just stay awake for a second and zzzzz….zzzz……
LOL! Oh, Emilie! You are too creative for all our good! Surely there is some parenting magazine or La Leche League newsletter that you can submit this to!
I love your poetry.
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