a cheeky argument…
It’s not so hard to comprehend I have no interest in it,
That potty I won’t recommend or perch on for a minute…
Mum says its time, I’ve heard the spiel she’d be so very happy,
If we could strike a training deal with forfeiture of nappy –
Well…
That potty don’t appeal to me – Unfriendly, moulded plastic,
I much prefer the diaper, see? It’s spongy, soft – fantastic!
I’m backed up with convenience though some might call me crazy,
I’ll far extend my lenience to diaperfuls of lazy,
I pack them full of pancake mix or bits and bobs of chunky,
Mum, I admit I get my kicks when you wretch on that funky
So till it’s shootin’ down my leg or out my frilly pants,
I’ll exercise the right and beg wee run with nappystance
I know my time’s a comin’ soon, although I’ll bog down then,
Right now, I’m singing diapers tune, so I’m not quite sure when …
Mum! Toss those toilet tricks you tried! My adamance is bonifide
On back porch potty may reside, but when to use it – I’ll decide …
In total sum, the moral Mum, I’m small but I’m relentless
Should you enforce the training course –
This Potty Show? One big “No Go” and sure to be eventless!
TO BE CONTINUED…
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Copyright P J Ross
06012012
Image created by P J Ross