“Hehehehe!”


Waddle! Waddle! Waddle!
Crinkle! Crinkle! Crinkle!


I’ll tell ya ‘bout a fella you may know 
He’s a neat sweet petite Pichu named Pablo!
Loves to skip and flip, run a ton, and groove 
No doubt he’s a mouse always on the move!




Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!
Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!


And so, there he goes onto the tanbark!
Hooray! Time to play! Pablo’s at the park!
Much joy from the boy, smiles here to stay
So, what’s Pablo gonna play on today?


“Hehehehe!”


Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!
Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!




Duh! He loves all the above! So-


PFFFFFFT!


Uh oh!
Pressure below? Pablo? You gotta go?
Smiling face erased…..nope, not a “maybe”
But, no blame or shame! He’s just a baby!


“Mmmmph!”


That giggly, wiggly, perky, quirky tot
Besides play all day, he pops squats a lot


PBLOOORT!…SLUMP!


Bowels move and prove he’s still a Pichu
But I guess, with that mess….he’s Pikapoo!


“Mmmmmmmph!”


SLUUUUUUUUMP!


Woah! Pablo! That was but a simple jest
Peeyew….not your cue to make a big mess
Why can I smell that? I can’t decipher!
Least I’m not the one changing your diaper…


“Phew….”


Waddle! Waddle! Waddle!
Sag! Sag! Sag!


Anyway, it’s fact that I’ve gone astray
Truly, this should be a poem about play
That pursuit, though Pablo pooped, he’ll enjoy
As he could and should, like all baby boys


Climb! Climb! Climb!
Sag! Sag! Sag!


Now ‘round the playground, Pablo’s pampers tell
A truth to youth packing pampers as well
Playtime so sublime doesn’t have to stop
Just cause you’re a tot who’s got loads to drop!




“Hehehehe!”


So I say, smile and play, dance, laugh, run
Hold dear those years in diapers full of fun