Twas the Night Before Work

And all through the bedroom
A baby's stomach was rumbling, then all at once, a kaboom!

The diapers were stacked in the closet with care,
I hoped this butt explosion didn't mess up the chair.

Owen had been nestled all snug in my lap,
But visions of bottles couldn't hold off this crap.
With Adam in bed, and I in the nursery,
I'd hoped for a simple feeding at a quarter past three.

But out of Owen's butt arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the rocking chair to avoid the yellow matter.
Away to the changing table I flew with great haste,
Tore open the pj's and cleaned up the waste.

The moon shone softly through the bedroom window,
Back to bed! I thought, alas, but no.
When, what to my wondering ears should appear,
But another explosion! His insides were really in gear.

With a big bold odor, so lively and vast,
I thought for a moment it must be the last.
Oh so rapidly this diaper I changed,
And I whistled, and grimaced, and quietly sang:

"Now Owen! now, booty! now, stinky butt baby!
On wipe! On diaper! On pj's and blankie!
Back to our beds! Back to slumber with ease!
Now poop no more! Poop no more! Poop no more please!"

And then, in a twinkling, I heard from my son
The gurgles that meant that he wasn't yet done.
As I wondered why this shift had to be me,
Out of my kidlet came poop number three.

He clearly felt better, and was proud of himself,
And I laughed as I changed him, in spite of myself!
Being thrice diapered and his tummy empty,
It was time to finish this early morning feed.

I fed him, put him down, and kissed his little head,
Then wearily dragged myself back to bed.
When my head hit the pillow, the alarm gave its warning:
"Happy first day back to work, and to all a good morning!"