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]