Babble is such a delicious word. A great word to describe meaningless noise that reverberates from the human mouth. As always you have managed to pick a subject that is rarely written about in the poetic sense and put your own original slant on it. Much love Milly x
Thanks Milly, this poem was inspired by our two year old grandson Westley, who has been slow to speak more than one word at a time. My wife was at their home a few days ago, and Westley was babbling, when Lil told me; I rejoiced, thanking God for answered prayer. I said to Lil, that he was talking "Baby Talk", his own language. Hugs, Ken.
I like this Ken. The introduction to the theme, leading into the cleverly hidden twist - babble. Yes, babies do this best and are as cute as anything. As for their nappies, we can forgive them for that gooey aroma.
Nice piece, Ken with lovely internal rhyme.
This author delights me frequently, I have to say. He chooses everyday topics that we all understand (but few would dream of writing about) and presents them in a rhyming style very particular to him.
There is often no clear format to his rhyme, ie, end of line, but that's what adds to the humour somehow: his rhymes leap at you from nowhere; you know they are coming but you're not quite sure when. I believe this man may have been 'babbling' rhyme when his mother gave birth to him!
Funny little piece, Ken.