After dinner naps

[Thunderembargo]

2nd edit, thanks to Ally for the punctuation tips [the hyphens]

After Dinner Naps

I could smell cabbage on her breath.                                              luscious and intoxicating, vivid and sensuous
A few green specks were glued to her pristine white peggies,            "white peggies" seems like a technical accessory, or seems to accessorize
three of them like miniature tombstones spattered
with lichen, moss and slime.                                                           these could also be the names of the tombstones, which increases the intrigue

A hefty burp exploded,                                                                  can this action be augmented adverbially?
reinforcing the image of a small Shrek at a dinner table.                  
Neon-green sticky vomit projectiled over a toothy grin,                    there is no verb for projectile, "launched" is technically right, but "projectiled" makes the feel and observation 
a satisfied toothy grin.                                                                    of the poem
she/it put chubby inflated fingers to her mouth then played
patticake on my face.

My shirt cried a little as my bellybutton inhaled the moisture.                 the unlikely details are what give the poem endless fascination
I retched a little as the bubble-blowing  face
flopped onto my mouth
like  she were trying to resuscitate me
with the gurgle of a sloppy kiss.
Gooey fists hit my ears,
wiped themselves in my well-groomed hair.                                     can you add to well-groomed?  say.......... well-groomed and well-kempt

After a few splutters she rested,
her head lifeless on my shoulder,
seemingly devoid of neck bones or cartilage.
A wisp of breath brushed my ear                                                
as a silent trump rustled her diaper.
I joined her soft snoozes with my own--
two happy dozing monsters.                                                          i think this gets a conjunction or punctuation.......happy, dozing or happy and dozing

1st EDIT After Dinner Naps; Thanks to all those who left feedback  

After Dinner Naps

I could smell cabbage on her breath.
A few green specks were glued to her pristine white peggies;
three of them like miniature tombstones spattered
with lichen, moss and slime.

A hefty burp exploded,
reinforcing the image of a small Shrek at a dinner table.
Neon green sticky vomit projectiled over a toothy grin,
a satisfied toothy grin.
she/it put chubby inflated fingers to her mouth then played
patticake on my face.

My shirt cried a little as my bellybutton inhaled the moisture.
I retched a little as the bubble blowing  face
flopped onto my mouth
like  she were trying to resuscitate me
with the gurgle of a sloppy kiss.
Gooey fists hit my ears,
wiped themselves in my well groomed hair.

After a few splutters she rested,
her head lifeless on my shoulder,
seemingly devoid of neck bones or cartilage.
A wisp of breath brushed my ear
as a silent trump rustled her diaper.
I joined her soft snoozes with my own--
two happy dozing monsters.

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Original:   After Dinner Naps

I could smell cabbage on her breath.
A few large particles of it were glued on her pristine white peggies;
three of them like miniature marble tombstones spattered
with lichen, moss and slime.

A hefty burp exploded,
reinforcing the image of a small Shrek at a dinner table.
Neon green sticky vomit projectiled over a toothy grin,
a satisfied toothy grin.
she/it put chubby inflated fingers to her mouth then played
patticake on my face.

My shirt cried a little as my bellybutton inhaled the moisture.
I wretched a little as the bubble blowing  face
flopped onto my mouth
like  she were trying to resuscitate me
with the gurgle of a slit throat.
Gooey fists slapped my ears,
wiped themselves in my well groomed hair.

After a few splutters she rested,
her head lifeless on my shoulder,
seemingly devoid of neck bones or cartilage.
A wisp of breath brushed my ear
as a silent trump rustled her diaper.
I joined her soft snoozes with my own;
two happy dozing monsters.

A tremendous poem.   Lurid and innocent.   Diverse, vibrant, strange, energetic, bizarre, exotic, wholesome and very rich.   Deserves many, many sequels.