The Potty Poem
Touch your toes, rear up here;
She pooped in her panties again.
When will tiny tot of three
Remember to tell me:
"Mommy, mommy I have to poo poo pee!"
Money flushing down my loo;
I'm wiping a bottom covered in poo.
Plugging my nose,
Stench drenched over clean clothes.
My baby finally has a clue:
"Mommy! It's number two!"
One day I will look back,
Laughing about wiping her stinky little crack.
How embarrassed my dear shall be.
If only today there wasn't this puddle of pee!
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