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Poem // An Ode to Poo

an ode to poo

Pre-baby, a mere mention
Would always make me cringe:
“Why do people discuss it?
Are they all unhinged?”
But now that I’m a parent
Poo is on the brain.
Not literally, I hasten to add
It’s more a mental stain.
Does she poo enough?
Does she poo too little?
Should I be this concerned?
Or rather noncommittal?
Is there a right size?
Is it the correct shade?
Is the consistency thick enough?
Am I about to be hit by a nappy grenade?
And that’s not all to worry about…
As soon as you start weaning;
The poo you thought you once knew
Requires a whole different method of cleaning.
You can go for days just praying
For a nappy full of poo,
Some days are quite the opposite:
“No more! Please no more goo!”
Oh Poo, you are so silly
You really are so gross.
My obsession with my baby’s crap
Makes me quite morose!
But alas you are a necessity,
One we can’t live without.
Also, if you were absent,
What would I text Daddy about?
Hannah

 

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17 Comments

  1. Rachel

    5th September 2013 at 6:25 am

    Hahaha i get this big time… never did such a change take place as the obesssion of poo taking up my head space!

    1. Hannah

      5th September 2013 at 7:29 pm

      Hehe 🙂 loving the rhyme! Xx

    1. Hannah

      5th September 2013 at 7:29 pm

      Thank you so much 🙂 xx

  2. Stephanie

    5th September 2013 at 9:13 am

    This made me smile. My son is now five and talks about poo all the time so it doesn’t end when they get older either!

    1. Hannah

      5th September 2013 at 7:31 pm

      Oh no! 😛

      Thank you xx

  3. blueberetmum

    5th September 2013 at 11:27 am

    Ha ha ha – so funny how you swear that is one thing you will NEVER talk about and then it becomes the centre of your poo-niverse 🙂

    1. Hannah

      5th September 2013 at 7:30 pm

      Yup! This is completely it! Xx

  4. Victoria - WTPP

    5th September 2013 at 12:03 pm

    Rio’s always struggled slightly with his poo so im constantly observing it..glamorous life this mummy business. I love this btw!

    1. Hannah

      5th September 2013 at 7:31 pm

      Thanks love!

      Busby is the same… Hence the obsession 😉 xx

  5. Judith Kingston

    5th September 2013 at 2:25 pm

    The worst thing is when you find yourself discussing the ins and outs of your baby (and toddler’s!) poo with childless friends, while they are clearly looking frantically for the nearest exit.

    1. Hannah

      5th September 2013 at 7:32 pm

      Yes!! Oh gosh… The looks!! Xx

  6. Tori Wel

    6th September 2013 at 10:50 pm

    This is absolutely brilliant! And so very true! Well done, a great poem 🙂 Thanks for linking to Prose for Thought lovely xx

    1. Hannah

      8th September 2013 at 4:06 pm

      Haha! Thank you so much 🙂 xx

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