A Knife and a Bottle

Keith Landry

My contribution to this year’s RPM Kitchen Challenge.

Very silly.

Well, can’t you see the baby’s crawling
And pulling up all by herself
I can’t imagine what will be falling
When she climbs up on the shelf

See how much she likes to open doors
Those little fingers work so well
Wonder what she’ll find in the drawers
Soon she’ll be raising holy hell

With a knife in one hand
And a bottle of cleaner in another
Her life’s in her own hands
Thank god she has no baby brother

Try to direct her to her own toys
But they aren’t nearly quite so shiny
They don’t make a banging noise
And besides, they’re way too tiny

She seems to like the dish detergent
The way it shakes in her happy little hands
Take if fast, it might get urgent
Trade it out for the pots and pans

Her life’s in her own hands
Thank god she has no baby brother
With a knife in one hand
And a bottle of cleaner in another

Well, can’t you see the baby’s crawling
And pulling up all by herself
I can’t imagine what will be falling
When she climbs up on the shelf