Village Belle She Asked Poem by me poet yeps poet

Sleeping With Baby!

I thought you said,
Sleep with a baby.
I now will tell you a small story.

In the lonely village,
The guy knocked at the door,
And asked for a night's shelter

The lady welcomed
With delight,
But said she had only one room,
Whether he would like to share
With her or sleep with baby?

He had no other option.

While leaving in the morning,
He passed by the barn
And saw a dashing, ravishing,
Smashing belle,
She said I am baby, sir
And
May I ask who are you?

A bloody fool he said
And smiled at her
Can I stay another day?
ma'am