In honor of Dr. Seuss's birthday this Friday and the monumental moment of weaning Tess this week I wrote this poem:
I am Beth
Beth-I-am
That nurse a baby
I do not like
That nurse a baby.
Do you like
to nurse a baby?
I do not like to
here or there.
I do not like to anywhere.
I do not like to nurse a baby.
Not on a train, not on a plane.
I could not, would not on a boat.
I will not, will not without a coat.
Not in the tube it will show my boob.
Not in a car, not on stairs
I do not like to in a chair.
I do not like to here or there. I do not like to ANYWHERE!
I do not like to
nurse a baby!
If you will let me be,
I will try to.
You will see.
Say!
I can nurse a baby!
I can!
I can nurse a baby, Beth-I-am!
And I did on a train, and on several planes
I did on a boat, many times without a coat.
I did on the tube, people might have seen my boob
In a car, and on stairs (on ancient ruins in Mexico and at the London Museum of Art)
I did it on chairs.
I did it here and there. I did it EVERYWHERE!
I can
nurse a baby.
Thank you!
Thank you,
Beth-I-am.