My Mum puts me in nappies every day;
She says I look the cutest dressed that way.
I never have to stop to use the potty when I play;
Mum says, "Just use your nappy; it's okay."
Maybe when I'm older Mum will say
"It's time these baby things were put away."
But while I'm just a little boy, she says, they're here to stay;
And every day's a Happy Nappy Day.
When I go to school there's just a chance
The other boys will see my plastic pants;
But Mummy always tucks me in so snugly nothing shows;
I've got my fluffies on, and no-one knows!
When I'm wet I go to see the nurse.
She changes me, and says "It could be worse!"
She puts my soggy nappies in a pail and shuts the lid.
She smiles, and says that I'm her Special Kid!
When I feel I need to do a poo
I hand on tight; I know it wouldn't do
With all the other kids around, to have a stinky bum;
I save my dirty secrets just for Mum!
When Mummy says, "I think you need to go,"
I nod, and suck my thumb. (How does she know?)
She pats my fluffy tail, and says, "I know what gives you joy;
Now run outside; There's Mummy's Happy Boy!"
A sunny corner where the fairies dance
Is where I always go to fill my pants.
I feel all small and helpless while I wait for it to come;
And when it has, I go and tell my Mum!
Oh, how I love the sweet security,
The comfort, and the freedom just to "BE";
The feel of terry towelling and the smell of JBP,
And, most of all, my Mummy's love for me.
I hope I’ll never be like other boys
Who like to play with nasty grown-up toys.
I'm happy with my schnuller and my cuddly teddy bear,
And nappies drying in the sunny air.
SO THERE!
(Baby Johnnie, Sydney, Australia.)
ON WETTING MY BED.
"Wash away the grit of adult care;
Irrigate a garden of delight;
Melt the ice of sadness and despair;
Flow, warm secret, in the secret night."
ON FILLING MY NAPPY.
"Filling the fabric, feel the secret shame,
Symbol of self, from self-source deep within;
Mind-melting mud for glorious googoo game.
Say "NO" to Mother: whisper "yes" to sin."
Baby Johnnie, Sydney, Australia.