Potty Poetry

The training of the digestive tract of Kensington-dear

Is all that we've been doing 'round here.

"She's nearly four!" you exclaim, aghast.

Well, she's scared of the toilet. I'm so glad you asked.

But alas, she tried it, on Monday night.

And the spontaneous potty training has been such a delight.

We bought Robin Egg bribes to use for trade

For successful trips to the potty she's made.

The chocolates are dwindling in number. (I stole a few.)

Because she's learning to pee and to poo.

She has stayed mostly dry, once at night and most days,

Let's give our lil' Choobers a

HIP HIP HOORAY!!

Please also enjoy this other poem about Miss Choobers' digestion!