Lava
Six-month, street-ditched tot.
Psycho mom walks off.
ECT tit swapped for Dad.
Talk about mixed metaphor!
Shocked Mom comes home.
Babe’s bed at parents’ bulb.
Past it, Freudian strobe.
Had that shut sonny up?
Did not talk until three.
Doc said: a spew, if ready.
Yes — fire smart, avid.
Cooled to paradox of rock.
Yet Mom spat: rotten brat.
E.g., babe nixes galoshes.
But — why not rebirth?
Not the re-screwed watts. (4)
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