Holding his swaddled little body
brought the cherub face close to my bosom,
giving the sweet nectar of life from my pap
I yearned for a peaceful nap.
With heavy, sleep laden eyes,
sore nipples and crampy thighs,
unkempt hair, a frizzy sight,
I yearned for a nap at night.
And when I thought the angelic face,
had enough of my heavy breast,
the devil wailed, pulling me from my rest,
and all I yearned was, for a nap from the fest.