NaPoWriMo Day 7

Potty Talk

crotch crotch crotch crotch
a poet says a writer is careful of what she reads
because what she reads is what she thinks
so what happens to a mother
who listens to crotch
potty pooped big poop flush
butt oh yeah tooted
fart stink potty outside
potty chonies and pee pee
peed the bed pee pee stink
doggie pee throwed up
diarrhea potty potty
butt stink?


Not sure if it's a poem yet, really.  But hey.  I wrote today!