Drunken Baby – poem by Gary Picard


He took his first step

on a warm Spring day

the grass was strange and he bent down to play.

He tripped and he fell but did not cry

got up one more time for his next step and try.

His folks were pleased; they were proud as punch

but he looked like a tiny, odd pink drunk.

2 thoughts on “Drunken Baby – poem by Gary Picard

  1. This was written with my son in mind. We were renting an apartment in Chicopee and he was just learning how to walk, so we took him outside on the front lawn where he took his first steps. He turned 30 last summer.
    It’s sort of a sing-song kind of poem appropriate for singing and drinking beer this coming St Patrick’s Day. I’ve always wanted to be Irish.

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