Cuteness, a sword in the hand of the meek
babyboy, no big force in your small frame
yet, that dimpled smile cut deep into my heart
you drew blood, you little cutie, made me succumb
your charm is such as makes the female heart race
and you made me coo over you like all the grannies
how shall it be, if you grow up not to resemble you
big as a horse, is that what your genes plan to do?
a cross between Terminator and Tarzan?
that doesn't rob you of fans, but the grannies may leave
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