Baby Poop Diaper poem: Parental Promise

by S. Goodwin

© Yanik Chauvin – All rights reserved.

Parental Promise

Little baby with poopy pants,
You've put a damper on my romance,
Before your birth, I was Casanova,
With nary a thought on developed ova,
Now Mom won't wear her sexy lace,
Practical cotton has taken it's place,
I, too, am tired from midnight feedings,
I have no energy for impassioned pleadings,
So I will simply go to bed,
"Good night, I love you", is all that's said.
I dream my dream of passed nights wild,
And swear you'll be my only child!

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