POEM: Present

I thought i had escaped it

I thought i was in the clear

I thought it had already happened

Actually, it had

But it was not to be so

I hadn't escaped

I was not in the clear;

Far from it

My daughter

Who had just given her mommy

A present, wrapped in a nappy

Decided,

Now that mommy had gone

To German class,

Now that mommy was not around

To wipe little bottoms

And dispose of toxic-smelling nappies,

She decided,

Yes, she decided

To make a present

For her daddy

And my oh my,

What a present

It was

I gagged

And coughed

And spluttered

But i held it in

I persevered

I managed

I got through it

And wiped that little bottom

And disposed of that toxic,

Smelling nappy

© Dean R Boic 2015