The Little Angel

Morning again,
Screaming pain,
Bottles are ready,
That baby is heavy.

We go to the park,
And play Noah's ark,
Then back to screaming,
That baby is teething.

Louder and louder,
As I tap on the powder,
I try to be kind,
But I need some wine.

Time for a play date,
Silence is just great,
Then dinner for baby,
She has mash and gravy.

Now snuggle up time,
Loving is a crime,
Time for bed,
And tomorrow starts again.