Mini Mastermind

I sat there up in my high chair Giving nothing but my care, To what I ate, who I saw, Where I slept and when to bawl. I drove my parents up the wall. “Weh weh” here, “Boo hoo” there Giving my parents that obvious, stare, Of give me what I want, and now, Or else I’ll make your life a living hell. How, I wonder, do I miss that sharp pinch cheek and slobber kiss? Of old grandma coming by, to visit me, To talk to me so sheepishly. If I were a child again, Not only would I rule baby kind But I would be that infant genius, Uprooting love from people’s minds, Replacing it with the green slime of my small nose. the oldest trick from my small book, for evil baby villain crooks. The Stewie Griffin of real time, Revenging on grandma’s ruthless crime, As evil baby, mastermind.