damn, stan is bold

That day on the dock with mom and the sailor man

Mom, billy is going to the stove,she had left it on again.
Outside on the dock with the sailor man.
None of them Could hear little stan.
Little stan had no plan.
Billy was about to have Burning little fingers.
The man was not Stan's daddy, but he gave mom a kiss, yuck,
thought little Stan, talking gibberish
he did it once when they were having fish fingers, with little Cindy, playing.
And even then, no one cared about what he was saying.
Hope Santa and the Angels be praying.
For Little Billy began crying,
Little Stan shook his head,
Billy you silly, now your finger is burning, what were you trying eat mud instead.
Honestly though, what were you doing.
Suddenly Little Stan smelled a shady smell coming from his own diaper
He poked in his nose, then put the finger in his mouth for good measure.
Before, continuing to paste chocolate syrup on his mouth,
The flies are foul, he sees one coming in the south,
he looked in the dog bowl
Water; there was another baby in there, His face a mess,
He noticed himself get to the bowl, getting closer and closer with each crawl,
and crawl he did for the first time that day
Flies tagging along.
Before bending over; rising to his feet. Each two small steps- falling on his bum.
Feeling the drool in the cold
Little did he know even he is not doing as told.
Billy smiled showing a tooth and meat
By now You cannot blame him though, he was 8 months old.
Billy stopped crying, if he where teenager, he would have said, Damn, Stan is bold.