Potty Trainer
©1998 Susan Noyes Anderson, Miles of Smiles, Meadowbrook Press
My brother’s being potty trained.
I’m really very glad.
Changing diapers isn’t fun, and
messy pants smell bad.
My brother’s being potty trained.
I’m really very glad.
Changing diapers isn’t fun, and
messy pants smell bad.
Our bodies sound off all the time.
What noises we can make!
It happens when we’re fast asleep,
or when we’re wide awake.
My mom has always told me that
I have a button nose.
Today it’s running like a stream
and spraying like a hose.
I like the brontosaurus
and tyrannosaurus rex.
The diplodocus thrills me
and eoraptors never vex.
My sister loves to feed the birds.
They come from miles around.
She offers them a place to nest
and birdseed by the pound.
I do not like arithmetic.
The numbers turn out wrong.
My twos and threes end up where
fives and sixes should belong.
What’s the most important thing of all?
It’s sometimes big and sometimes small.
It’s full of girls (or maybe boys)
and makes an awful lot of noise.
What’s tall and dark and furry,
has big teeth, but still acts tame?
Our M – O – N – S – T – E – R …
(Sssh! He can’t stand that name.)