Booty Call

Listen, my children, and you will hear
the infamous booty call of Mikey-dear.

It started with potty at a neighbor's house
And a boy, not timid, unlike most mouse.

Who stated "You may not wipe my rear.
Please call my Mommy or Daddy dear."

The sitter, perplexed, did dial the phone
And found that the husband was, indeed, home.

Out the front door, across the grass
To wipe a little lad's smallish ***.

Mission accomplished! To home, returned
Grateful the privacy lesson was learned.

Listen, my children, and you will hear
A new lesson taught, one so dear

To kindergarten teachers across the land
and babysitters young and bronzed with tan.

A lesson including "Wipe front to rear!"
And laughter from parents who needed to steer

Their littlest boy to booty-wiping
And way, far away, from adult griping.

Listen, my children, and really take heed.
If you desire to not follow our steed.

Put toilet paper in your little one's hands
The minute you move away from diaper land.