This poem was written when yesterday, I discovered that every little ditty I make (I'm a real ditty-er) involved the word poo or fart or puke or snot. You must understand that all of my children are all 4 and under and that kind of stuff is a real riot for them.
Oh Sirena, the time shall pass
When you'll no longer be fixed on poo and gas.
As your children grow strong and fine,
You'll find better ways to spend your time.
Than writing little songs and stories,
Lymrics, prose and alagories.
By then you will have better taste,
Than to focus on our bodily waste.
-Sirena Wiebe May 26th 2006