July 4, 2017

Mommy Crissy’s Little ABDL

Are you Mommy Crissy’s favorite little abdl phone sex lover? I bet you are since I can see you waddling around in that diaper! I think I’m going to call you Mr Pamper Pants from now on! And speaking of pampers, pee yew does yours stink! I can smell it from across the room! I guess you should be Mr. Poopy Pamper Pants now huh? Where are you hiding my little diaper boy? If you stay in that messy pamper for too long all you’re going to do is give yourself a diaper rash and mommy knows you wouldn’t want that! Well I guess if you aren’t going to come out for mommy then mommy will just have to come to you won’t she? That will be easy because all Mommy has to do to find you is follow the stinky smell coming from that dirty diaper! Thats right one whiff of that mess and mommy will be able to find and diaper you in no time you little diaper phone sex lover Crissy 1-888-430-2010 Click HERE to chat with a phone sex Mommy #diaperlover #abdl #phoneamommy
August 14, 2010

Eyes of a Friend

When my heart’s feeling broken and my spirit’s lost its wings When the road is full of puddles and my step has lost its spring There is someone there to count on who repairs my broken heart and gives me wings to fly and I make a brand new start A special one who doesn’t judge me or criticize the things I do Someone who makes me take a look and see me through the eyes of you When this happens I am lifted to a place that’s far above from the darkness to the light to a place that’s full of love When I see me through your eyes things are really not so vile I thank God for you, my friend as my frown becomes a smile © Ellen M. DuBois Minnie
April 5, 2010

Oh dear what can the matter be?

Oh dear what can the matter be? Dear dear what can the matter be? Oh dear what can the matter be? Johnny’s so long at the fair. He promised he’d buy me a fairing should please me, And then for a kiss, oh! He vowed he would tease me, He promised he’d bring me a bunch of blue ribbons To tie up my bonny brown hair. Oh dear what can the matter be? Dear, dear what can the matter be? Oh dear what can the matter be? Johnny’s so long at the fair. He promised to buy me a pair of sleeve buttons, A pair of new garters that cost him but two pence, He promised he’d bring me a bunch of blue ribbons To tie up my bonny brown hair. Oh dear what can the matter be? Oh dear what can the matter be? Dear dear what can the matter be? Oh dear what can the matter be? Johnny’s so long at the fair. He promised he’d bring me a basket of posies, A garland of lilies, a garland of roses, A little straw hat, to set off the blue ribbons That tie up my bonny brown hair.
February 21, 2010

Mittens

I found some mittens for those naughty hands of yours.Since those naughty little hands keep going down inside things they don’t need to be unless i say you can you can wear these over those hands of you’rs i can also make a opening to where a lock and key can be used if need be think they will little one. Minnie
January 29, 2010

Butterfly, Butterfly

butterfly, butterfly fly in the sky butterfly, butterfly flies so high butterfly, butterfly lands on my thigh butterfly, butterfly motionlessly lies butterfly, butterfly gracefully dies Adryan Bates Minnie
January 21, 2010

OLD MOTHER HUBBARD

Old Mother Hubbard Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard To give her poor dog a bone, But when she got there, the cupboard was bare, And so the poor dog had none. She went to the baker’s To buy him some bread, But when she came back The poor dog was dead. She went to the joiner’s To buy him a coffin, But when she came back The poor dog was laughin’. She took a clean dish To get him some tripe, But when she came back He was smoking a pipe. She went to the alehouse To get him some beer, But when she came back The dog sat in her chair. She went to the tavern For wine white and red, But when she came back The dog stood on his head. She went to the hatter’s To buy him a hat, But when she came back He was feeding the cat. She went to the barber’s To buy him a wig, But when she came back He was dancing a jig. She went to the fruiterer’s To buy him some fruit, But when she came back He was playing the flute. She went to the tailor’s To buy him a coat, But when she came back He was riding a goat. She went to the cobbler’s To buy him some shoes, But when she came back He was reading the news. She went to the sempster’s To buy him some linen, But when she came back The dog was a-spinning. She went to the hosier’s To buy him some hose, But when she came back He was dressed in his clothes. The dame made a curtsy, The dog made a bow, The dame said, “Your servant,” The dog said, “Bow-wow.” Minnie
December 21, 2009

Naughty or Nice

Are you like this little kitty going to be on Santa’s naughty list tearing into the christmas tree now you know you don’t want to be on his bad list now do you. You my little one want to be on Sants good little baby list so you can get lots of presents and lots of diapers for that wet bottom of yours hmm we know that your a good little baby when you want to be so lets see if that can happen since it is almost Christmas time. Minnie
December 14, 2009

Christmas Morning Memories

Christmas morning memories Filled with wonder and delight As we opened up our presents Santa left us through the night Christmas morning memories Lots of presents were unwrapped Paper strewn around the room Crackers to be snapped Christmas morning memories Shouts of laughter and of glee “Look Mum and dad Look what Santa left for me.” Christmas morning memories To church a frosty walk Then home again for Christmas Dinner Turkey, ham and Pork. ©Marie C 1998 Minnie
October 26, 2009

Witches

A be”witch”ing poem for the sake of the Halloween spirit. In a city, on the border Of Greenwich Harbor and Bly, Maine Lies a scene, dubbed out of order The people don’t like to explain For when nightfall finds its calling And the ground is damp with dew A strange, mist-like fog starts falling Believed from the witches brew. When the haze drifts on the hillside The scent of sulfur fills the air Streaking ‘cross the ebbing high tide Till the fog is everywhere Then the night becomes quite stoic ‘Neath the bright yellow facade And the townsfolk, not heroic Find their shelter e’er abroad. Thus, the city is a ghost town Every night when dusk appears But, alas, there’s milling around In spite of the chills and fears It is true, the rumored report Of the fog-like mist and smell For within a vacant resort Is the place where witches dwell. While the walls are swayed by motion And the roof is half intact The witches join to boil a potion Made of decades old extract To erase one’s recollections Of the town that they once knew Once they taste the rich confections That are in the witches’ brew. Minnie