The baby has a bottle
Glass cracked, began a throttle
And with a gasp
It screamed, laughed
It lasted all night sobbing
The child had a bottle
It tripped, forever waddle
And with a guess
It played and stayed
It kept in breaths of lying
The man needs the bottle
It sips, bathed in coddle
And with a grasp
It slipped in sips
It lasted all life dying
