He’s 3 1/2 and oh so cute,
but in his pants my sweetness continues to poop.
I beg and I plead for him to just try,
I promise it’s better, I swear it’s no lie.
The potty is fun just you wait and see,
Then you’ll be just like papa, sissy and me.
With hopeful eyes I wait his response,
Maybe he’ll try it, just maybe, even once.
The response I get is not to my liking,
This so isn’t funny and I’m thinking of striking
Oh wait, that’s right, I don’t get paid
No strike for me, chef, driver and maid
My little boy, I love you so much,
But come on already, enough is enough
Put on your big boy undies, let’s get this done,
A quick no I hear, start the pity party for one
So I’m of to change another damn diaper,
For I’m his mama, the perpetual ass wiper.