poems by mumpsmaster
1.
What did they do,
So long ago,
When they were on the rag?

Where did they go?
Behind a bush?
There were no plastic bags.

No pottery throne that they could flush,
No super-absorbent fibers.
Instead they sat moist and damp
On torn up cotton diapers.

2.
Who is that woman's picture,
On dear Nancy's daily blog?
Who is that little woman,
Curled up like a log?
I know it isn't Carrie.
I know it isn't Grace.
But something's sure familiar
About that pruney face.
- posted by pioneergirl at 1:27 AM