Potty Poems - Poems about Potty

Sitting with Winnie Running from MiMi in polka dots Makes me giggle at haughty tots Who don’t want to use their potty pots. I’m now thinking of tequila shots And other things I oughta nots. ~ Judy Bausch ...

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Someone left the window open in the nursery I slowly crept out of it because I had to pee I wandered taking baby steps until I found a tree T’was then I had the feeling something was watching me It must be close for I could see its ragged broken track I trembled as I thought of its claws upon...

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Time for a birthday potty... err Party For the one who writes a wee bit naughty The birthday girl is Jan She's sitting on the can I think she might be farty... err forty!...

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A potty shed? That’s what she said; Connects the head to the flower bed. Tomatoes are the best around, And that soil is nice and brown. Come on in and have a seat; Squash is waiting for a treat. Beans are sprouting in a rush; There’s ten more since the last big flush. Sell it down at the market square. I ain’t eating;...

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Only poo can make this world seem bright Only poo can make what's heavy light Only poo and poo alone can thrill me to the bone So I fill my toilet to the brim with poo....

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A standard toilet paper roll Has shrunk two inches from its goal Since all we need Is just pure greed And one old-fashioned finger bowl...

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He can curse up a storm make a sailor blush Foul blue language spewed out in a gush Could strip paint clean off a battleship Exponentially worse if you give him any lip Rambling in sincerity's guise but his worst 4-letter words are all his LIES 8/16/2020 The poem was partially inspired by a phrase I would hear from time to time as I was growing...

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My old brown teapot has a broken spout It can no longer pour things out. It makes me sad to say This poor teapot's had its day I took it to the rubbish bin To put this useless teapot in For some reason, I don't know I could not let this old thing go This article had served me well Many a tale this...

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I’m appalled at Trumpty the Potus His Dettol cure just doesn’t float us Best to keep his gob shut (Think his brain is kaput) He’s trying to kill off ‘dem’ voters 04/26/20...

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Here I sit all broken hearted. The loo it braced, but I only farted. My paper shivered, the walls did shake. Those darn burritos the wife did bake. Morning poo time come and gone. My charmins lost but I still have brawn. Sitting patiently there on the shelf. Right next to Santa's little elf. The good stuff now has sadly departed. The hemorrhoids flare,...

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If there were persons I'd like too punch Corbyn, that Labour bunch I clench my fist and crunch when I hear those lousy blunts Jo Swinson and Lib Dems psychological degenerates backward thinking symptoms in their no chance candidates Brexit, I'm up for it, but not the Party, the electorate dont get it their not so smarty That Sturgeon bloke gets on my balls, doesn't care for...

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My girlfriend has a potty mouth, (in part she learned from me), It's freed her to express herself, and that's a victory! But Truth can be a two-edged sword, some days I have regrets. Oh Lord, the things she says to me (that Love, I deem, begets)! I guess I should be glad she feels so safe expressing fear, But...

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she sits queenly upon the thrown she was told to sit upon she doesn't know but sort of has an idea why she is being treated so majestically suggestively after eating and drinking her fill she now is told that since you put it in it must come out...

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her name is Melody hardly old enough to have a harmony but she keeps trying to compose herself and then brilliantly skips the number one symphony and triumphantly plays her number two...

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sit down and sit until it happens but her mind is on playing in the rain with a yellow umbrella she gets carried away with the wind and in her mind she is flying so far above that the cars seem to be ameba as do the cabs yellow cells following the city's blood stream streets but the red green and yellow signals trigger in her a Christmas tree but she still hasn't gone...

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