December 23, 2010

I Farted On Santa's Lap Now Christmas is Gonna Stink For Me!

For all mt ABDL friends and diaper lovers: Mom made beans for dinner, I know I ate ’em all Said, “Come get your coat on, goin’ to the mall.” Gonna visit Santa and sit upon his knee But all that I could think about was how not to cut the cheese. Waiting there for Santa, thought that I’d explode The gas bubble grew bigger with every ho-ho-ho Tried my best to hide it, thought I was doin’ swell But when I sat down on Santa’s lap, he hollered, “What’s that smell?” I farted on Santa’s lap Now Christmas is gonna stink for me I farted on Santa’s lap Now I’ll (raspberry fart) under my Christmas tree. I asked him for a baseball, I asked him for a bat I asked him for some ice skates, but I’ll get none of that. I asked him for a lot of things I’ll have to do without ‘Cause when I sat down on Santa’s lap, I let one slip out. I farted on Santa’s lap Now Christmas is gonna stink for me I farted on Santa’s lap Now I’ll (raspberry fart) under my Christmas tree. On Christmas Eve, I snuck out of my bed without a sound I went down to the living room just to take a look around It was then that I saw Santa next to the Christmas tree His arms were full of presents and they were all for me! He put them on a pile, got up to turn around And blew a fart with such great force, our tree almost came down! And so I’ll always cherish that special moment when I realize even Old Saint Nick whurps one now and then! I farted on Santa’s lap And Christmas didn’t stink for me I farted on Santa’s lap And Santa let one on my Christmas tree! Ok Babies lets Keep the tooting and farting to a minnimum this christmas lol. I hope all of you are enjoying the season and are surrounded with your Mommies and Daddies. Be good little ones its almost here 🙂 with hugs and kisses and little bites on your tooshy
June 23, 2010

To My Grandmother

All the things you used to do Cooking dinner on Sunday Making homemade stew Sitting for hours Telling us tales Of how poor Jonah Was swallowed by the whale Working in your garden Pulling all the weeds Wiping sweat from your brow And gently planting seeds You are a special Grandma One that we adore You taught us right from wrong And so very much more. Grandma I remember When you would sing a song You would encourage Us all to sing along And you would sit and rock And read the Bible While we would play I can still see it As you held it in your hands Well worn from all your reading And learning of God’s plans Grandma, I remember Don’t worry about me You taught us all so well Years ago upon your knee. Mommy Lizabeth 1-888-430-2010
May 23, 2010

Don't Ever Ask A Centipede

Don't ever ask a centipede to play a game of soccer. Remember, he has 50 pairs of sneakers in his locker. He dribbles 50 soccer balls with 50 pairs of shoes, and kicks them all concurrently. He doesn't often lose. He's such a fierce competitor that, if you ever meet, at first you'll see his hundred legs and then you'll see defeat. *giggles* Isn't that a cute poem? Jenna 1-888-430-2010
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