Age Appropriate Poem by Ima Ryma

I was all comfy in my chair.
Chocolate pudding came my way.
I looked at it as it sat there,
And then decided I would play.
I dumped the pudding from the bowl,
And proceeded to finger paint
With all my body, mind and soul.
Yeah, okay, Picasso I ain't.
I smeared that pudding all around.
I was having a mess of fun.
Behaving good rules - I'm not bound.
One of the perks of us age one.

When Dad said I needed a bath,
I threw pudding at him in wrath.