Ode to nursing and Dr Seuss

In honor of Dr. Seuss's birthday this Friday and the monumental moment of weaning Tess this week I wrote this poem:

I am Beth

Beth-I-am

  

That nurse a baby

I do not like

That nurse a baby.

Do you like

to nurse a baby?

I do not like to

here or there.

I do not like to anywhere.

I do not like to nurse a baby.

   

Not on a train, not on a plane.

I could not, would not on a boat.

I will not, will not without a coat.

Not in the tube it will show my boob.

Not in a car, not on stairs

I do not like to in a chair.

I do not like to here or there. I do not like to ANYWHERE!

 

I do not like to

nurse a baby!

 

If you will let me be,

I will try to.

You will see.

 

Say!

I can nurse a baby!

I can!

I can nurse a baby, Beth-I-am!

And I did on a train, and on several planes

I did on a boat, many times without a coat.

I did on the tube, people might have seen my boob

In a car, and on stairs (on ancient ruins  in Mexico and at the London Museum of Art)

I did it on chairs.

I did it here and there. I did it EVERYWHERE!

 

I can

nurse a baby.

Thank you!

Thank you,

Beth-I-am.