Mini Mastermind

I sat there up in my high chair
Giving nothing but my care,
To what I ate, who I saw,
Where I slept and when to bawl.
I drove my parents up the wall.
“Weh weh” here,
“Boo hoo” there
Giving my parents that obvious, stare,
Of give me what I want, and now,
Or else I’ll make your life a living hell. How,
I wonder, do I miss that sharp pinch cheek and slobber kiss?
Of old gramma coming by, to visit me,
To talk to me so sheepishly.
If I were a child again,
Not only would I rule baby kind
But I would be that infant genius,
Uprooting love from people’s minds,
Replacing it with hate and slime.
The stewie Griffin of real time,
Revenging on gramma’s ruthless crime,
As evil baby, mastermind.