Leaky Baby (a poem)

[dlsafrica]

Background: Evan is 36 years old, and hasn't worn a diaper since he was just over 2 and a half. He's a little gullible and trusting. Megan is 29, and mischievous, always looking for opportunities... and loves the smell and miracle of baby powder... the pleasure of making it snow. Its just coincidental, although maybe appropriate, that I wrote this on April Fool's Day.

Leaky Baby (Make It Snow)

Osmosis, baby Evan, as you learnt last week
Movement from higher to lower density – and that's why diapers leak
It's also why, when you squeeze your legs to hold pee in
You are destined to fail – and that's when mommy wins
You might as well not struggle, because I won our bet…
And you're not getting out of THAT diaper until it's yellow and wet
Saggy, soaked and threatening to leak as you crawl
And you're wondering when mommy will decide that its full
It makes me so happy to hold my boy – let it start, 30 days of
Hugs and cuddles until you let down your guard
Yes okay, maybe as per our bet
You still have the freedom and I haven't won yet
But just remember when nature happens and baby lets go
It was you who took the bet that I couldn't make it snow
In summer; it was you who took the chance that special night
To try your first diaper since 1988
It was mommy who took the pacifier and put it in your mouth
So that you couldn't protest what would happen now
Because we all know that little babies cannot talk
That's what pacifiers teach them as you crawl, not walk
When mommy does her duty as all mommies should 
When baby wets or messes as a helpless baby would
This is my gift for the next 30 days
Because you bet I couldn't make it snow… but mommy has ways