A Pair of Poems

A pair of playful poems for pipsqueaks...

Potty Trainer

©1998 by Susan Noyes Anderson, Miles of Smiles, Meadowbrook Press

My brother’s being potty trained.

I’m really very glad.

Changing diapers isn’t fun, and

messy pants smell bad.

My mom says “Won’t you help me, dear?”

So I say “Sure, okay.”

(Sometimes I’m rather helpful, in

a lazy sort of way.)

But this is unacceptable!

I’m at the baby’s feet,

trying everything I can

to keep him on the seat.

I’m reading books; I’m singing songs;

I’m telling stories, too.

The only thing I haven’t done

is show him what to do!

***

Pox Stampede

©1991 by Susan Noyes Anderson, Clubhouse Magazine

The pox! The pox!

I’ve got the pox!

Behind my knees.

Under my socks.

Below my feet.

Between my toes.

Way down my throat.

Inside my nose.

I’ve got more pox

than hives have bees

or nests have birds

or forests, trees.

This many pox

I do not need.

I’m going to start

a pox stampede.

I’ll whistle, wave

my arms and shout:

“Giddup there, pox.

We’re movin’ out!”

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