Two big babies howling in their facing cribs,
little, tiny hands balled into fists
— a pair of pygmy pugilists! —
the whole ward waiting for nurse
to change the scrappy babies’
soiled nappies.
POEM: Face-off in the Nursery Ward!
little, tiny hands balled into fists
-- a pair of pygmy pugilists!
The Edge Is Free To Read.
But Not To Produce.
