Despite his potty dance
And occasionally-wet pants
Not to mention daddy’s rants…
When you ask my little bro
If he maybe needs to go,
His answer’s always ‘NO!’
Until he hears the squishes
From the sound of doing dishes…
Then off to the pee he wheeshes!
Written by Phil Haussler.
This poem was created for Project OpenBook, an experiment in doing good.
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