its your lucky day

because i'm going to give you a little sneak peak on my poetry skills...don't laugh...its called:


Once upon a time a little boy pooped his pants…

Not once, not twice but thrice, my friends
So she wiped and wiped, ‘til all the wipes were gone
And went along singing a happy song
‘til only minutes later, another surprise came along…
So to the tub she went, keeping her cool all the while…
She was no stranger to poop, just ask her friend Lyle (I don’t know a Lyle, it’s the only word that fit)
When suddenly, what floated up??
Code brown again? Could it be true?I read all the books, I tried every trick,
Is it ever ever going to finally click?
Haven’t I paid my dues, done my time??
Will I be done with this while still in my prime??