Jeff Morehead Poet Rhyme

Potty Training

Potty Training

Today I tried to teach my son
How to use the potty, oh what a treat
He sat and sat and sat and sat
While I tapped my feet

After what seemed like an hour
Finally I gave in
And placed a diaper on his butt
As my patience ran too thin

Then within a few seconds
I smelled a familiar smell
Though it was one I recognized
Still it smelled quite foul

Oh Christian, what have you done?
Why didn’t you use the potty?
To trick your daddy like you did
Really is quite naughty

So very quickly I laid him down
Changed him, and threw it in the trash
Gently put on some powder
So he doesn’t get a rash

Then once again I sat him down
On his brand new potty
And after he sat and sat and sat
I wondered who was the smarty?

Today I tried to teach my son
How to use the potty, oh what a mistake
He sat and sat and sat and sat
How much more of this can I take?

(oh the memories)

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Mike Dailey May 27, 2011 at 2:11 PM Oh I remember the potty chair / and oh what fun she had / she used that thing to torture / her unsuspecting dad

Nick Bagnall May 24, 2011 at 9:21 AM Ah patience is a wonderfull thing :)