The Piddly Poem
 
Mini- Me, Mini- Me
Tinkle on the sheet
Back up in the corner.
Work it clean and neat?
 
Dash to pick up papers
Sprinkled with your stuff.
Make the rounds to check if
I have placed enough.
 
Mud pies off the Tribune
Piddlies near the door
Pick up yellow News Weeks.
Then I lay down more.
 
Scrub with disinfectant
Spills so gaily spread.
Mini- Me's wet footprints
Shine a trail to bed.
 
Ah, my home is quiet.
Now to sit and read.
I reach and grasp the paper.
But Mini- Me has peed.
 
Trickles warm rain on me
Soaking up my dress.
Dang-even sound asleep,
Mini makes a mess.
 
Brazen as Slim Shady
Flighty as a bee
Piddly as a ferret.
Who dat? It's Mini- Me!
 
Lisette
[Posted in FML issue 3414]