Babble

by CRAFTY KEN   Jan 26, 2019


Babble

Is it a game like scrabble, or is it just a regular talk from someone from New York? If you think you are a failure in talk, most iPhones can make you sound cool, instead of a big dork.

Some just babble on like the proverbial babbling brook, having never even read a book, on how to cook. The best babblers that I have ever seen, are the little babies, they joyfully babble their goo goo’s especially while you change the diaper that has become unclean, nevertheless, upon them you can never be mean.

Author Ken
January 26, 2019

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  • 4 months ago

    by Ben Pickard

    judging comment

    Babble by Crafty Ken - 4 points

    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.

    • 4 months ago

      by CRAFTY KEN

      Wow Ben, I'm totally overwhelmed by your wonderful comments, and, of course, the ending humor!

  • 5 months ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Babies' babble certainly makes more sense than most adults, Ken...

    This made me chuckle. Nominated.

    • 5 months ago

      by CRAFTY KEN

      Thanks Ben, especially for the Nomination!

  • 5 months ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    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.

    Take care.

  • 5 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    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

    • 5 months ago

      by CRAFTY KEN

      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.

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