Messy Boys
Jibber jabber, pitter patter;
another one is screaming, now what's the matter?
Little feet, stinky feet,
how many rocks did you just eat?
Sticky hands, runny nose;
did you just pick your nose with your toes?
Booger picking, booger eating;
do we need to have another prayer meeting?
Messy house, stained up clothes;
with these three boys, anything goes.
Terrible two's and attitude;
where'd they learn to be so rude?
Barely brushed teeth and messy hair;
what's this in your underwear?
Trucks and tractors, bottle rockets;
is that a frog in your pocket?
Muddy fingers, muddy toes;
this time we're going to need the hose.
Terrible two's, or is it three's?
Just how many nerves can they squeeze?
Pig goes oink, cow goes moo;
now where'd you leave your other shoe?
Spiders, snakes, and lizard tails;
collections of rocks, coins, and shells.
Slides and ladders, sticks and stones;
please dear Lord, no broken bones.
Arts and crafts, scissors and glue;
oh no, now we need a new hair cut too.
Stubbed up toes, scraped up knees;
Momma, will you kiss it please?
Hide and seek, baseball in the yard;
raising three boys can't be that hard.
Lots of snuggles, lots of hugs;
Don't stick your fingers in the plugs.
Twinkle twinkle little stars;
bumps and bruises, little big scars.
Bedtime stories and lullabies;
now it's time to rest your eyes.
So, good night moon and good night stars;
forever you three boys will own Momma's heart.
Copyright © Jessica Murphy | Year Posted 2025
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