A Poem: The Bad Baby

He's a bad one,
She said to the doctor, her friends, her mother, father, and people in general.
He is a bad baby.
How is he a bad baby?
The doctor, her friends, her mother, father, and people in general asked.
She said,
He is loud,
Cries all the time,
Can't sit alone,
Can't eat alone,
He must have my eyes,
My attention,
My face in his face,
All the time,
He has no peace,
No satisfaction,
Nothing is ever enough,
He is a bad one.

Wow,
That interesting,
That's funny,
The doctor, her friends, her mother, father, and people in general said.
Now, my other baby,
He is a good baby,
She said to the doctor, her friends, her mother, father, and people in general.
How is this one a good baby?
The doctor, her friends, her mother, father, and people in general asked.
He cries when he's hungry,
He cries when he needs to be changed,
And after he is changed,
He plays alone,
After he's changed,
He sleeps alone,
After he eats,
He plays alone
After he eats,
He sleeps alone,
He smiles when he sees me,
I smile and hold him,
I put him down and he plays,
And eats and sleeps.
He is a good one.

The bad one cries,
She said to the doctor, her friends, her mother, father, and people in general.
The bad one always needs,
Always wants,
Always cries,
When he sees me,
I'll be glad when all that crying dies.
I wake up wishing the crying will die,
She said to the doctor, her friends, her mother, father, and people in general.
And they said nothing back.