New parents poetry

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.


And that’s me and an actual cotton candy stick. Out and about and left my husband at home with our cute girl and all poo. I’m a good mum. 

5 Replies to “New parents poetry”

  1. do you know the Abba song “super trooper”? when my son ( now 31) was a baby in diapers I used to say he was a super pooper and I would sing the song. “Super Pooper, you’re a Super Pooper, Pooping everywhere. ( with the backup singer my husband adding : Super Poop Super Poop!” I had quite forgotten this and your delightful post brought it back. thanks!

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