Listen! It’s the Sound… of Spitty
Hello Spitty, my old friend
You’ve come to splat on me again
Down my arm, Stealthily creeping
The only time I’m safe is when baby’s sleeping
And the vision that is planted in my brain
‘Tis the stain… of spitty.
I try to cover all my clothes
But your projectile spit takes care of those
I start to yell and shake and stamp
Trying to get rid of the cold and damp
When my chest is shot through with an ample squirt
Drips to my skirt
Yes I’ve been nailed…. by your spitty.
And I tell you, I’ve bowed and prayed
To make this spitty go away
But then the baby without warning
lets forth and a white stain is forming
and the truth is, the words that I say, I really can’t repeat them here
But let me be clear
I can’t take much more… of this spitty.
Sheva (BatSheva Vaknin)