Monkey love see; monkey love do.
Sometimes it’s naked and running free. At other times it’s shadowing me.
Wipe, powdered and soft as a baby’s; the fat rolls and wrinkles perfect in every way.
Naked from the waist down; jiggling as he runs with jocks upon his head and socks worn as mittens.
Bending over to look for a lizard that just made a dash; plumber’s crack facing up to the sky.
Making music in the bath; bum trumpet tune makes him cackle.
Built-in padding for accidents; falling flat on his arse stops him briefly.
Watch it wiggle and jiggle; dancing to the beat.
Nudie run to the shower; if I catch it, I’ll tickle it.
I’ve powdered, kissed, washed, tickled, dressed, wiped and watched that bum.
I’ve fussed over, worried, laughed and shaken my head at those little cheeks.
It may be responsible for a number of functions, some of which are the anti of cute.
But I made that bum.
No butts about it – love my little monkey.
I love this poem. Filled with humor, love, and monkey butt. 😀
Did it sound poem-y? I thought it just sounded like a collection of random thoughts.
Thank you, though.
I have a very broad definition of poetry. Still, I really enjoyed it. I say as my toddler makes an escape from my wife with his diaper around his knees.
Monkey butts are the best.
Especially naked ones!
Lovely, reminds me of the.little bums in my house. 🙂 thank you for sharing.
A pleasure. Bums are cute as all get out.
monkey butts rule!!! This was a great smiler for me (is that even a word?)
Smiler is good. I like it. Sort of like a smirky smile.
Bold and cute piece of writing. Truth be, I spend a bit of time smiling at the ones I made too!
They’re kinda cute when they’re not doing the job they were intended for.
Cute – you already know about the butts in my house:) I do love those butts. even the one with tail attached. !!!!!
I second that!
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