A Young Adventurer
I am told,
that when I was not very old,
in diapers, as a matter of fact.
I was bold,
definitely too young to scold,
to young to know how to act.
I was alone
at the start and in my zone,
while mom had a chore to do.
I got prone,
up on the mantle, diaper blown.
From the floor to there, was poo.
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From the chair arm to the chair back,
to the book case, to the mantle. Needless
to say I don’t own up to any memory of this.
Aug 15 2010 For Catie's "baby boo" contest
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