An actual poem!

This is a bit of a work in progress - I'm experimenting with Haiku - any suggestions welcome. It's a true story, so apologies to Cath, Rob, James and Cath's mum for stealing from their lives!

One For The Baby Book

Cath and Robin were
The first among all our friends
To have a baby.

James Martin soon had
All of us trying hard to
Be respectable.

No swearing allowed
Whenever he was awake
We struggled, but coped.

And while the boy slept
Parties managed to maintain
Quiet decorum.

Sometimes, however,
Jamesie went to Granny's house
To play on the grass

No-one knows for sure
Just what Granny might have said
Each time he fell down

Meanwhile we waited
To hear the very first word
'Our boy' would utter.

Running in the lounge,
He fell heavily and sighed.
'Bugger.' he murmured.