Welcome to Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra A Winter (Richter)

“Bathroom Call at The Tree House”

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“Billy, are you up there in your tree?

What are you doing?  What do you see?”

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I built this tree house way up high–

Wanted to touch the clouds in the sky.

For the tree leaves blow, the birds chirp,

I drank too much soda… now hear me burp!

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I’m sitting up here with cheese and crackers, not much else to do.

Now I must climb down this tree–because I now need to poo, poo.

My treehouse has no potty; I tried to hold it in…

But I messed up my pants. My poo-poo did win.

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I cleaned myself up with a rag and toilet paper,

I had to plug my nose tight, to block that stinky vapor.

It smelled so bad, I used up mom’s fresher, she bought today.

Every drop gone… she said now I’ll have to pay.

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For something that honestly is not my fault–

It was my stinky poo, poo, that I couldn’t halt.