The Blue-Faced Baby

Blue-Faced Baby

I got angry at the baby. I really didn't mean it. I was just really annoyed, maybe. Ok, I was. He wouldn't shut up! I gave him a toy. I gave him milk in a cup. So I slowly got more mad. Until I couldn't bear to hear. So I picked him up, And called him dear, I took him to the bathroom. I filled up the tub, And stuck his face in it. The bubbles stopped, crud. I put him in his cradle With a blue face Mom found him Now I saw him in a wooden case. I don't feel bad, I don't feel good, I don't feel sad, I don't miss him. He's now a blue-faced baby, I liked making him blue. I'll kill again, maybe.