the buttered chimp
For all parents who know just how hard it is to keep hold of a wriggling child
You sit on my knee
Wriggling like a serpent
Contorting like a gymnast
Like a buttered chimp
Head butting my lips
With the back of your head
Taking clumps of my face
Like a buttered chimp
Then a sigh and a flop
And sleep comes swiftly
As the buttered chimp rests
Or does she decieve me