My baby nephew speaks in grunts -
Whines for words and no is a moan;
A roaring retch at what he likes;
At stares of pity, panick'd pants;
Impatient groans a' looks too concerned;
A haughty wave means "Take a hike";
Cherubic Nero gives command
With not-so-rude behs, pfwahs, and uhhns
One soft curled finger, his pike.
My nephew is a little man
Even when he strikes.
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