Short Potty Poems
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Potty training a toddler is tough
Takes patience and lots of love
And on a whim
Says he can’t swim
Fears falling in drowning butt up
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
The President's daughter, Ivanka,
Designed the steel bra Vielen danke
But Trump can not cope
With what he can't grope
So he slapped a tariff on Tonka!
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.
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!
The Congress it seems had no bathrooms.
They just held it or country was doomed.
They passed regulations
for eliminations
then out of both their chambers they zoomed.
I’m frequently whisking my turds
Oh sorry, it’s twisting my words
My finger has got a break
I may make a miss steak
My speeling is that of dim nerds
5/22/18
Tinkle, tinkle in the pot-ty.
How I wonder if you are coming?
Sitting above the toilet bowl,
want to come out like a waterfall.
Tinkle, tinkle in the pot-ty.
How I wonder if you are coming?
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
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
Form:
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
feeling holy every time i sit on the ring of the toilet
labeled church for every one to see
my soul is less than clean as I lower the lid
to read the brand of the unit
porker I flush.
and if in a hurry Tito will do the job
as american standard is occupied.
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
Form:
POTTY TALK
verse 1
Potty talk to me Baby.
Baby Baby GooGoo potty talk to me.
Baby Baqby GooGoo potty talk
Potty talk to me.
Don't never stop Potty talkin to me
Baby Baby
GooGoo
Potty talk Potty talk to me.;
Don't never stop
Potty talkin to me!
(to be discontinued...)
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Naughty Potty Pavarotti
There was a young man named Pavarotti
His parents thought he was rather naughty
Because he sang tenor
He could not draw banger
For his mom made him sit on the potty.
Written: 5/10/15
Theresa
At the time I wrote this I was going to enter it into a contest
but as always I missed the contest. Oh well chalk it up to another
limerick has been penned.
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
Form:
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; au contraire!
Potting shed? What you said?
Now my ears are burning red.
I took my poodle Pixie outside
I said, "Go on and potty now"
She walked and looked and sniffed a bit
I said, "Go potty, you know how"
Her duty done we went back in
I put her leash up on a shelf
It didn't take long to realize
I needed to go potty myself
She followed me into the bathroom
She was bobbing her head in little jerks
Was she telling me to go potty?
I guess she thought that's how it works!
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, the pain has started.
Gently and careful, I must take care.
Potty time now comes with a prayer.
Potty Parity
I sadly think when I have to go badly
that perhaps it’s petty, but were I a man
then I would already be in the can!
When Freud enjoyed his heavy levy
that women have toyed with “***** envy”,
maybe he meant these frequent lines we resent!
If annoyed women employed their un-“suppressed” quest
against the rarity of “potty parity”,
we could befuddle Freud in his zest to muddle
through women’s very best “protest puddle”!
- E. V. Wyler -