Just listen to the nursery rhyme that blossomed out of a trip to the room tonight:
Mommy dear Mommy my poor tummy hurts!
Run in the bathroom and hold up your shirt,
Pull down your pants and get your poops out,
You will feel better, there is no doubt.
2 comments:
Oh Jayne. Sniff Sniff. That was beautiful. Sniff Sniff.
A true poet
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