There is currently a lot of poo in our house. Poo-talk, poo diaper, real poo etc. I guess everything that comes with a new, little human being. There is also a lot of love and poetry in our house. Inspired by poo. I thought I’ll just share some with you.
Cotton candy makes me happy.
I don’t want to change your nappy.
Cotton candy in my hair.
You don’t have anything clean to wear.
Cotton candy – please don’t make us part.
That was not just a fart.
And this one is written by my husband who is currently in charge of night time poop explosions:
My little girly twirly doo,
She likes to do a poo,
In the night at half past two.