A little poem I wrote today.
My Treasure
He threw his toothbrush in the john
He wipes his nose just anywhere
Our leather sofa's colored on
That's peanut butter in his hair
Lawn fertilizer, Oxy-Clean
Virginia creeper leaves
A Christmas ornament from the tree
He's eaten all of these
At night he likes to get undressed
And pee where he should not
The potty leaves him unimpressed
He likes to see a spot
You ask me why I love him so
I don't know what to say,
Except that he's my treasure
And I love him more each day.
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