Wails Of A Baby

I do what I do A ‘NO' here, a ‘NO' there, ‘NOs' everywhere, why do you? 'no, No and a big NO' shout you, Who are you? The food you give are mere waste none has any good taste, all of them taste so bland do they grow in sea or on the land? Not bitter nor sour what do you pour down my mouth all that I loathe; a boxful of toys you've given so gross and boring, none exciting, all the clanging shiny toys you keep for yourselves to play with in the kitchen; there in the cupboard are knives sharp which I'd love to play with, I'm sharp! all the switchboards I want to play with you would not allow me to touch; I am so bored with your food with your choice of toys, and dresses for me, no good you just kill my joys.