First Nappy

[Julius]

First nappy


I remember that first nappy,
best described as wet and crappy;
‘though it stank it made us happy.
It proved all systems worked.


I’m afraid we made a mess,
even got some on my chest
but all in all we did our best.
Our duty never shirked.


Prepared to wrap one round her bum,
we laid her on a clean dry one.
But then she pee'd, I'd swear for fun.
But we didn't mind.


It very soon became routine;
washed and dried, a little cream
applied to her our little dream.
It never was a bind.

Hey Julius. A few metrical hiccups but a fun poem nevertheless. The last line/rhyme is forced and hurts the whole.
Fun read,
Paul

Thank you Tiger. I guess as poetry it lacks a certain finesse, but it was really just for fun. I actually thought the last line/rhyme added to the fun feel of it. I suppose to some extent every rhyme is forced - I often feel that way when trying to develop a couplet to finish a sonnet and have been known to abandon the idea and instead  turn it into a four stanza, four line poem. Anyway, food for thought for which I thank you.