Ode to the First Born

In light of my last post, I wrote an ode.  If you aren't an English nerd, you probably don't know what an ode is, but I can clarify for you.  An ode is a lyrical poem with complex stanza forms.  As I'm sure you all know, "Melissa" and "Complex" don't usually show up in the same sentence.  I'm not so sure about the complexity of my ode, but I had fun writing it anyway.

You poor, poor being

How you were thrown

Into the arms of the unknown

Her first born, your mother was seeing

So small, so wet, so precious

Not knowing what to do

Everything was so new

She took you in her arms with a promise

No harm will succumb to her first little son

No dirt will he know

Not even on his toe

I won't take a chance with one toxin

True to her word

Much to your chagrin

Again and again

She washed and she wiped Northward and Southward