You just <br />sit there <br /> <br />Queen of <br />the potty <br /> <br />hold wordless <br />conversations with me <br /> <br />all tones <br />& non-sense <br /> <br />almost <br />language <br /> <br />but not <br />quite <br /> <br />never <br />quite! <br /> <br />I praise <br />your efforts <br /> <br />whether it be wee <br />or poo <br /> <br />amazed at what <br />you can do... <br /> <br />...you too! <br /> <br />'Oh fantastico...fantastico! ' <br /> <br />Later that morning <br />when Mummy has her friends <br /> <br />to tea <br />& cakes <br /> <br />trying to <br />impress <br /> <br />you toodle in <br />a still steaming poo <br /> <br />(your third turd this day) <br /> <br />clutched <br />in hand <br /> <br />shouting to the disgusted <br />paling faces <br /> <br />'Look...look! ' <br /> <br />'I do'd it! ' <br /> <br />****** <br /> <br />And in tanka form that all gets reduced to this! <br /> <br />I praise your wees...poos! <br />(Love everything you do!) <br />Pleased...potty trained to a T. <br /> <br />Now with steaming turd in hand <br />show Mummy's friends: 'I do'd it! '<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/going-potty-for-helen/
