An Ode to Sophie - In the style of Fessig

Oh my sweet Sophie Bean,
you are my little queen.
Although sometimes your poop is green,
and your face is not so clean.
Occasionally, there is lint in your toes between.
And I know that someday you'll be a cranky teen.
I can't resist those little eyes like sateen
or your hair with its sheen.
Your cuteness hits me like a ball peen,
if you know what I mean.
You rarely let me read a magazine,
And every day there is no routine.
I can't wait to read to you of a rabbit made of velveteen.
Someday you'll have to wean,
but for now, I am your canteen.
Despite, or perhaps because of, your mercurial mien,
I love you, my little bean.