Potty Training

My mother’s trying to potty train

my little brother, Bob,

but when she sits him on the pot,

he will not do the job.

He sits until my mom decides

the time must not be right.

His big boy pants are then pulled up,

which fills him with delight.

It’s after Bob goes off to play

that nature starts to call,

and from the way the boy reacts,

he does not hear at all.

So after just a little bath,

Bob’s on the pot once more,

and my mom sits and watches him —

which is an awful bore.

I know my mom will win this war

though patience will be strained.

She has the right experience,

for I am potty-trained.

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