my sweet two-year-old
turned three, and is suddenly
a fucking madman

it's not easy to
pick your nose and play tennis
but it can be done

crying, belly hurts
x-ray shows poop, lots of poop
kid is full of shit

she was mad at me
so she sang from the front steps
'bad mama for sale'

sometimes I listen
to Yo Gabba Gabba tunes
when the kids aren't here

no more apple juice
now he can't poop; there's only
the wind off the turd

a lovely cupcake
with bright blue frosting will yield
electric green poo