'Innocent' Eyes

Okay- this poem is a weird one for me. I wrote it with the intention of giving the perspective of a young innocent baby. However it became funner to write it from the perspective of a young baby that isn't as innocent as we perceive. Almost written with a manipulative and sarcastic tone. Be interested to see what people think.

I watch the world through innocent eyes,

With muffled sound and routine cries,

As delicate as a new-born lamb,

It’s far easier viewing- from a pram,

But things can turn a solemn grey,

The horrors of having to play, play, play

The same old toys and ancient stuff,

My Mummy can’t see me huff and puff,

I cannot speak, but I observe

The delicate nature of adult nerve,

But I’ll just sit here in my chair,

No need to bother, No need to care.

I’ll let the food run down my face,

And shed a tear just in case

My mummy decides to shout and scream,

She just sussed out my evil scheme,

I take advantage of my age,

the naive myth I can’t engage,

I laugh at you with innocent eyes,

To buy it would be most unwise.