Dirty Pants

by Sherry Lynn   Feb 7, 2005


Dirty Pants

The baby is sick
He has the shits
To top it off
He even puked again

The poor boy
He just cannot win
He has it coming
Out both ends

Clear liquids
I give him
In an effort
To help him

Clear liquids
He gives back
Unless it
Comes out his ass

© Sherry L. Richardson

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