My Baby Shrieks, and Then Goes Poo
My boy he grunts and squirms anew
His arms pinwheel, his legs a riot
My baby shrieks, and then goes poo
A toot, a squeak, a grin for you
He howls and all the world goes quiet
My boy he grunts and squirms anew
What is this world, but made of doo?
He drums his ribs, and gives himself a fright
My baby shrieks, and then goes poo
From his tiny sphincter, out it flew
Mustard yellow, such delight
My boy he grunts and squirms anew
He burps, his colon gives a moo
The diaper holds a charming sight
My baby shrieks, and then goes poo
Out the back his onesie blew
His countenance it holds no spite
My boy he grunts and squirms anew
My baby shrieks, and then goes poo
2 comments:
this is a riot. but, where is the rest of the birth story??
Pony Uber Alles!
Man, I just love the line "Out the back, his onsie flew..." You are The Man, M'am! Even hardened poets break down when y'all start yippin' like that....
Cheers!
Old NH
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