Length: 962 words
Contains: Diaper Wetting, Diaper Messing
crinkle…crinkle….crinkle
crinkle…crinkle….crinkle
Poipole’s a Poison-type tyke in pampers still to be filled, a tot who squats without a thought and poops his pants a lot, a kid whose most iconic clothes are diapers dumped and disposed.
PFFFFT! FRRRRRT!! BRAAAAAAAAP!!!
And so, did you know, due to all that doo doo due from down below, the boy who’s often gotta go is often on the go?
“Mmmmmph!”
PBLAAAAART!!!
That’s right, this toddler’s tense faces are taking him places, ‘cause though the load he dropped only has two stops, the pamps in which they plop and pails with the same stinky slop, super poopers like Poipole get all kinds of trips arranged when he needs his diaper changed!
“Weeeeeeeeee!”
Swiftly scooped once he pooped, in the arms of moms most admired, frequent fillers are frequent fliers as dumpy dedication brings babies to their destination, one so crowned, renowned, and fabled, none other than the changing table!
rip…rip…rip
wipe…wipe…wipe
poof…poof…poof
fold…fold…fold
Back on his back in this familiar place, Poipole wears packed pampers and a smile on his face, one made not to fade due to love supreme and sublime of mama Nidoqueens caring for him all the time.
“Hehehehe! Hehehehe!”
As you’d think, sons who stink get no other than mother’s care that can’t compare, not just the dumping of diapees plus powder and wipeys, not just a pair of padding clean and pristine, but tickles on the baby’s belly begetting giggles from boys bound to keep being smelly.
“Vwoom vwoom! Vwoom vwoom!”
But, though tots are able to pay the table lots of visits, that’s not the only place they get their diapers changed, is it? With no doubts the house has more than one spot where Mommy cleans kids unloading a lot.
“Vwoom vwoom…..mmmmmmmph!”
SLUUUUUUMP!
With bowels moving and proving care is there downstairs, dumps makes Poipole’s diaper slump amidst going “vroom vroom” and boom boom.
“Vwoom vwoom! Vwoom vwoom!”
Of course, the kid who needs his diaper changed won’t leave his race car estranged, ‘cause this tot’s got more to do than go poo poo, and it’s not a big ask he persists in playful tasks while his pampers are packed.
step…step…step
step…step…step
Fond of the bonds of baby boys and their toys, briefly away so there’s no delay to play, Mommy goes upstairs and back down to get supplies abound for poopies making diapers droopy and full of browns.
“Vwoom vwoom! Vwoom vwoom!”
rip…rip…rip
wipe…wipe…wipe
poof…poof…poof
fold…fold…fold
And so, with carpets as both race tracks and soft spaces for his back, Poipole keeps playing with his car while his messy diaper is made ajar, showing such floors are adored by kids wanting playtime galore and moms needing them laid down for diaper changing chores.
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
Onto the next soft spot tots have a soft spot for is the sofa for sitting and so much more, not just the place for bottoms to be further blessed by comfort’s boons, but also for enjoying those lovely cartoons!
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
“………………mmmmmmmph!”
PSSSSSSSSSSSHHHH!!!…PBLAAAAAAAAAARRRMMMPH!!!
Though he’s supposed to sit back, relax, and enjoy the show, often he’s gotta drop loads during episodes, causing big dumpies to make him more comfy with soft seats bigger and loads more lumpy.
rip…rip…rip
wipe…wipe…wipe
poof…poof…poof
fold…fold…fold
Though Mommy’s gotta do tasks more taxing than relaxing, she vouches for couches on the basis of stasis for sons who just made stinkies so hefty and not having to carry kids donning diapers so heavy.
“Hehehehe!”
So too is Poipole pleased for couches causing cartoon consumption no disruption. While Mommy deals with her toddler’s number three, Poipole still gets to relax, chillax, and watch TV. While parents must look at pampers prompting a “Peeyew!”, Poipole’s got far more vibrant things to view.
Vroooom….
Now outside that humble abode, mall bound mothers hit the road while baby boys in the back relax in booster seats and enjoy the scenery that’s such a treat.
PBLOOOOORMPH!!!
Uh oh! But sudden stinky shifts from down below while the Poison-type tyke looks out the window cause car accidents of the smelliest version to put on pause errand running excursions. With that, his parent promptly makes a pit stop due to the load on the road that he dropped, taking the tot with turds in his trunks to the trunk to change his diaper full of gunk.
rip…rip…rip
wipe…wipe…wipe
poof…poof…poof
fold…fold…fold
As mom addresses messes in the parking lot, all that occupies Poipole’s thoughts are sights of several colored cars bringing to mind their plastic counterparts bringing playtime sublime.
PLOP!
As mom disposes of diapers with poopies far from petit, Poipole hears the pleasant sounds of the streets, be they cars going VROOOOOOM! as they zoom from night to morn or going HONK! HONK! with their silly sounding horns.
waddle…waddle….waddle
“Mmmmph!”
PBLOOORT!
Last but not least is where Mommy’s gotta zip when her son lets it rip during shopping trips, the place bringing the poopy Poipole elation, none other than the changing station. For mom it’s merely where the dirtiest duties are done, but for Poipole it’s a place so full of fun, a place to meet and greet with tots touting the same attire of saggy and stinky disposable diapers.
………..”Mmmmmmph!”
BLOOOOOORT!…SLUUUUUUMP!
The stinker thinks it’s also just fine to simply wait in the line, for when Poipole finds he hadn’t pushed it all out after the first time, fuller diapers bring full relief sublime.
rip…rip…rip
wipe…wipe…wipe
poof…poof…poof
fold…fold…fold
So too is Mommy devoid of frustration at the changing station, for though kids getting changed with little haste lead to waits with more weighty waste, when parents have love like no other, a happy son is also a happy mother.
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