I don’t have to be perfect to write,
Only honest.
(A true story)
Motherhood to toddlers, it’s true,
What they say,
See I had to go number two,
And left him for a few
And came back to find not one or two,
But a whole plate of noodles must have flew
Splattered as if a giant went achooooo
And because I wanted to poo,
Without you,
My little dude.
Dedicated to clary.