doggerel

Have you tried to write a sonnet, while a child fussed at your arm,

Or tried to tell you all the different kinds of Pokemon?

Have you rhymed a little quatrain--have you even turned a couplet

With a baby at your elbow saying Mom, can you just stop it?

There's something about writing that makes children need to snuggle;

Their plumpness is a pleasure, but it makes the task a struggle. 

I will write poems one day, I say, to the wiggler on my lap,

But today I'll scrawl some doggerel, and then I'll take a nap.