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Good morning Mommy and Dad
Today I will try not to be bad
I don't know what I want to eat
No! Not that cereal. It's not sweet
Mommy, I don't wanna sit on the baby pot
How come you don't have what Dad I and got
I need a lot more track to play with my train
Mommy, why can't I go out and play in the rain
Why does the cat always run away from me
I didn't mean to pull out her hair, not really.
I need to fix my bike with Daddy's tool
Addy is my favorite girlfriend at school
I don't know why I got into trouble
I just poured out my bottle of bubbles
I'm NOT a baby. I'm big 'cause I'm three
I gotta go to the potty and make pee pee
No. It's not my bath time yet.
I don't know when it is. I forget
But Daddy, I don't want to go to sleep
I can only count as high as ten sheep
I want the pajamas with Lightning McQueen
He's the fastest race car I ever seen
Daddy, read me a story then leave on the light
I love you, Mommy and Daddy. Good night
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June 24th, 2017
Three Year Old Thoughts Contest
By: Brenda Chiri
Cat Love ©
Don't ruffle my fur that direction! I've got it looking just the way I want.
I love you but I'm very busy today.
Don't move, this is my lap time and I'm very comfy.
Scratch right there, no a little more to the left, a little higher, to the right.
Look what I've brought you--isn't it beautiful? I killed it in the garden.
That's what we're having for dinner?
You need to work on how you pick your friends. I don't like that one and besides he had the nerve to sit in my chair!
I could find a better human, you know, if I put in some effort….
But I guess you'll do…for now.
Dog Love
Pet me, pet me, pet me! Oh boy! A butt rub!
I love you to the ends of the earth and beyond!
I'll just lay here quietly, I won't bother you, as long as I can touch you.
Throw the ball! Throw the ball! Again! Again!
I love my dinner, you're such a good mommy!
'Walkie', 'go outside', 'go for a walk', 'let's go pee-pee'. Yippee! Where's my leash?
I love your friends. That one scratched my ears and told me I was a good dog.
You're home! You're home! Why were you gone so long….it doesn't matter now…You're home!
You're the best human ever….I love you!
pregnant pet
we bet she'll birth us eight
or nine can't wait for pups
we pine experienced
mama no drama
is expected eight cuties
mom's duties halted by milk fever day
three
great
changes
we
would
soon
see
pups indoors
pee-pee
pours
poop
piles
bottle feeding eight needy
squirming tiny
tyrants--but so
adorable while making the house smell
deplorable gotta go
I know
they're hungry.
April 12, 2017
Here you go
My lovely child
So eager and wild
Ready to see the world
And all the ugliness it has to offer?
I have a digital snack to proffer
Touch, tap, and swipe
Entertain the predators on skype
Come in, come in
I wish to sin
Pay your fee
Grab your stick
And we all win
Lock and load
While I goad
For your digital load
Was it good for you?
If I may be so bold
Throwing gravy
For the world to see
Billions of soldiers
Leaving my pee pee
Look at the mess you made of me
To bad it isn’t free
I’m empty now
So, leave me be
Nap time now, tee hee
Eric (and sometimes not)
Nature calls and I don't mean coyotes
Got a panicky feeling down to my toe-sies
Till the next rest stop to hold it I'll try
Got everything crossed including my eyes
Don't ask me questions, can't answer right now
Really must concentrate, there's sweat on my brow
Please dear wifey can you drive a little faster
Don't mean to bug you but it'll avoid a disaster
Stop! Stop! There's construction up ahead
Maybe they'll allow me to use their shed
Look at those guys they're laughing at me
Can no longer wait, going behind this tree
Ahhhhh! Finally at last, I'm at heaven's door
Next time I'll make sure I go pee-pee before
©Jack Ellison 2012
Original poem posted Aug. 3, 2021 for Charles Messina's Contest:
When I Let One Loose in the Elevator
(for those who do not know, SBD means "Silent But Deadly")
When I let one loose in the elevator,
so silent was it that nobody knew
among all the folks stuck on that lift
from whose bottom that humdinger flew.
Folks looked at their feet; no one's eyes did they meet.
With some others, I got off the lift
although my floor I had not even reached!
Those still going up were left with my SBD gift.
The line requirement was too limiting, so I always wanted to create a longer
version, so this is what I came up with NEW version):
In a crowded elevator I was stuck;
feeling gassy, I thought, "What the 'l'uck!"
For a woman now older than sixty,
I can barely hold my own pee pee.
How I tried to hold in all that gas.
The feeling, however, just would not pass.
To let it loose became a must.
Surprisingly, there was no gust.
It came out sneaky like a ninja.
You did that before now, didn't ya?
It was a silent fart yet deadly -
humdinger type called SBD.
So silent that nobody knew
from which person’s bottom that it flew.
People awkwardly looked at their feet
and nobody's eyes did they meet.
Though I needed to reach the top floor,
I got off with a group at floor four.
The stench lingered where I HAD been
like some unforgiveable sin.
I doubt they had known it was me.
Up the stairwell I now could flee -
up to my floor! Those left in the lift
got to stay with the whiff of my "gift."
Oct. 13, 2021
For John Lawless' Something Old Something New Contest
On the first day of Christmas my doggie brought to me, pee-pee under my tree
On the second day of Christmas my doggie brought to me, two licks of love and pee-pee under my tree
On the third day of Christmas my doggie brought to me, three bone ends, two licks of love and pee-pee under my tree
On the fourth day of Christmas my doggie brought to me, four stinky turds, three bone ends, two licks of love and pee-pee under my tree
On the fifth day of Christmas my doggie brought to me, five gnawing rings... four stinky turds, three bone ends, two licks of love and pee-pee under my tree
On the sixth day of Christmas my doggie brought to me, six tails a wagging, five gnawing rings...four stinky turds, three bone ends, two licks of love and pee-pee under my tree
On the seventh day of Christmas my doggie brought to me, seven toys a singing, six tails a wagging, five gnawing rings...four stinky turds, three bone ends, two licks of love and pee-pee under my tree
On the eighth day of Christmas my doggie brought to me, eight days of milking, seven toys a singing, six tails a wagging, five gnawing rings...four stinky turds, three bone ends, two licks of love and pee-pee under my tree
On the ninth day of Christmas my doggie brought to me, nine walks of prancing, eight days of milking, seven toys a singing, six tails a wagging, five gnawing rings...four stinky turds, three bone ends, two licks of love and pee-pee under my tree
On the tenth day of Christmas my doggie brought to me, ten bones he's keeping, nine walks of prancing, eight days of milking, seven toys a singing, six tails a wagging, five gnawing rings...four stinky turds, three bone ends, two licks of love and pee-pee under my tree
On the eleventh day of Christmas my doggie brought to me, eleven barks of griping, ten bones he's keeping, nine walks of prancing, eight days of milking, seven toys a singing, six tails a wagging, five gnawing rings...four stinky turds, three bone ends, two licks of love and pee-pee under my tree
On the twelfth day of Christmas my doggie brought to me, twelve new puppies coming, eleven barks of griping, ten bones he's keeping, nine walks of prancing, eight days of milking, seven toys a singing, six tails a wagging, five gnawing rings...four stinky turds, three bone ends, two licks of love and pee-pee under my tree
When I was younger and I thought of old age
Thought we all became senile at this elderly stage
It appears I was wrong, I can still go potty
And able to dress this tired old body
Try as I might, I don't see very well
And my wobbly old legs are as shaky as hell
Sometimes my words come out like a squeak
Other times I whistle whenever I speak
Have a secret to tell you my young whipper snappers
It's as good as it gets except for my bladder
It seems to be constantly wanting attention
I don't have a problem with pee-pee retention
So now that I've told you guys what to expect
I must tell you all it's as good as it gets
Enjoy your youth cause it's downhill from here
You'll soon be old and decrepit I fear
© Jack Ellison 2015
It is quite common to kiss injuries on those wee.
At three, my son asked to have bath autonomy.
I tossed a washcloth, then stood where he could not see.
Soon, he called out words that amusingly shook me,
"Mom, it washed sore, come kiss ouchy on my pee-pee."
Shopping, strolling him down the grocery store aisle
where female hygiene products are sorted in piles,
my son, age four, earnestly said, "When I'm grown, I'll
buy all these things with flowers on them for my wife."
His words styled a smile in me that would last for life.
I used mild-applied wooden spoons for mood anchors.
This set me up for disgust from food cart flankers
when my son yelled, "Look Mom, a hole bag of spankers."
My child, four, eyed that, not the shelved Power Rangers?
I hoped no one would report child welfare dangers.
Once, when a minister summed up his sermon's span
asking "Who's the greatest force in the universe?",
my son, at five, stood up with some dramatic plan.
Lifting his toy hero as high as small ones can,
he enthusiastically declared, "Batman!"
Thoughts of vacation, developed my fav word pearl,
"How many times do I wake up before Disney World?"
It only took me one cap and one stem,
For the Halloween feeling to kick right in.
I took to the night,
Like a ride in a bike.
Please do not quote me on this,
But I really had to piss.
And in my one piece clown costume—
My poor pecker was not free to pee I was doomed.
A lush, drinking like a fish,
Plus I am lazy as it gets...
So I cut myself a pee-pee hole and found mushroom's tip.
And I continued to party, fading deep into my trip.
I was so high and way passed drunk that—
I had completely forgotton about my junk—I was lit.
Somehow I left out my magic wand; my lizard;
Hanging out like honey i shrunk the kids or a tiny little sliver.
If it hadnt been for the shrooms, no way could have I remembered;
What's her name tapping me on the shoulder pointing downward at my member.
My package was on display.
Man meat, free for all to gaze.
It was limp as limp could be, as if I was part of a parade.
The cat's out of the bag now.
My poor kitty was so sad, wow!
And to this very day it is blister,
Hearing, Hey buddy! How's little mister?
And this is how my story goes.
My life really sucks but it never blows.
I even changed my name; moved all around.
But the joke of Halloween never fails,
It follows me and we are bound.
No escape can be round from every farm to every town.
I tried every last trick in the book and
Finally, I have found,
An enhanced new look.
And now they tell tall tails
Of how it hooks along the ground.
Although I still eat shooms every year on Halloween,
I take time too think about my costume, just in case have to pee.
The End...
7-16-16
Poem submitted for My Most Embarrassing Moment Contest