Urban Mom

Baby drops his bottle;
Nipple hits the ground.
Mama picks it up and then,
With sacrifice profound,

She pops it in her mouth
To cleanse it of its city germs,
Never thinking that it touched
A conduit of worms,

Or mice or rats or roaches
Or shoes with gum encrusted,
Spit or doggie detritus
Or pollen, airbrush dusted.

What a brave soul is that mom!
I hope I didn’t spoil it,
‘Cause if she thought it through
She’d take that nipple home and boil it!