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She's petite, super sweet,
one spicy, hot treat 
she thinks I am neat
she's my toddler.

She gets what she wants  
or she pouts about 
what I haven't done for her lately.

Doesn't she know she's all I need
that's for sure.
Her eyes penetrate mine deeper
and, I get crazed even more...
For my toddler.

I'm done for, hooked,
on her baby blues.
She's my front page 
 back page
and  breaking news.

She's a liar
a terror and
and a four alarm fire.
Her billowing smoke
takes me higher and higher.

Every day I'm reminded 
to hedge all my bets
Since,having discovered
she's been shredding my nets.
She's a burden
of bane.
She's my best friend forever
and she's criminally insane.

I've already mentioned 
she thinks I am neat
I love watching her paint
her tiny fingers and feet.
She runs hot and then cold, 
meek and then wild.
What else could be expected
of such a woman/child?

She spins my world upside down.
and around
crawling off with yours,
mine and what's left of the town.
I'm hopelessly addicted
to the tenderest lies.
of this saucy, hot, savory
half baked pie.

I can't help but adore
what my mother or father
would surely abhor.
I've got it real bad for her
It's a horror, unreal.
When her terrible twos
fall asleep at my wheel.

She's irresistible
when acting demure.
It keeps me from looking
too hard for the cure.

There's little doubt, 
she's one of a kind
The last  lost soul in the Universe
I expected to find.

 I feel as if I've tumbled 
down a  bottomless cravasse
when making chivalrous errors 
upsetting this lass.

I suggest 
you don't do
as I do
or you too
will be screwed,
and fighting for air
which won't come too soon
in her palace of doom
on the burnt chocolate side
of my toddler's moon.

Buddy Bee Anthony- Author

please, please, please editors, don't  alter my work in an effort to improve it.!!!!

Re-Edited 12/23 /2023 @  2:04 AM  Pacific Standard Time

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