I hold him close, my little bundle of joy,
a blond-haired and blue-eyed baby boy.
Innocently he looks right into my eyes,
then suddenly I hear his moans and cries.
Experience tells me what’s the cause,
I check his diaper and for a moment pause.
Inside is a sight that would scare Godzilla,
a large muddy mass, the color opposite vanilla.
Oh honey! I bark in my loudest deep voice,
I hear her snicker and know that I have no choice.
It is off to the changing table, my baby in hand,
a growing smell from his diaper I cannot stand.
Loading up on the wipes and putting on a glove,
he looks at me and giggles, that boy I love.
Soon the mess is cleaned up and it’s off to bed,
but I can’t shake that messy image from my head.
Then I wake up and realize it all was a dream,
I hear my baby let out a bloodcurdling scream.
Down the hall, I race and place him on my lap,
when I look down I see my robe covered with crap.
The moral of this story is a lesson in life,
when there’s a dirty diaper, don’t call your wife.
Face reality and embrace that messy day,
for someday your grandchild will gladly repay.
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Poem by David Andre Davison