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
February 9, 2010

Night Crawlers

My bones rattling My teeth grinding My heart pounding The tree limbs thumping The world spinning Everything is in movement And all u can think about Is what may be in the dark Little creatures so small and dark Big Ole creatures so crazy and strong And the one creature that runs through You like it causes pain throughout your Whole entire body Creepy Crawlers still alive Back to haunt the dead or live And now will get u whether not Your alive… jj Minnie
January 5, 2010

Here are Grandma's Spectacles.

Here are Grandma’s spectacles, And here is Grandma’s hat, And here’s the way she folds her hands, And puts them in her lap. Here are Grandpa’s spectacles, And here is Grandpa’s hat, And here’s the way he folds his arms, And takes a little nap. So let us be very quiet as to not wake Grandpa up because we know how grumpy he is when he doesn’t get his nap out
November 18, 2009

So Sad

Its a good thing i don’t like turkey because with a turkey looking back at me with this type of look there is no way i could eat the thing and it looking so sad i mean seriously now can you eat this poor little fellow and it looking back at you with those sad eyes maybe he just needs a good diapering is all. Hope everyone has a wonderful Thanksgiving just hope these sad little eyes doesn’t spoil it for you. He must have been having a terrible day for sure just hope it gets better for him is all because if not he is going to end up on someone’s table stuffed for sure. 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
February 25, 2009

need to pee

Lots of daddies want to play desperation games wif me. I think it was Baby Betsy that said she had been getting a lot of them too. I don’t mind them; the truth is I love them. I drink a lot of juice and water and hold it for daddy. Daddy, your little girl will hold it so you can hear how bad I haves to go if you like that. Katie Baby
February 11, 2009

No daddy

My daddy friend isn’t going to be home this weekend, so no daddy for me on Valentine’s Day. I think I will stay home, and take calls from phone daddies and other babies to play. If you’re home on Valentine’s Day and need a diaper change, or want to change me I will be here. We can have fun anyway, making a big mess togethers. I wonder how many Valentine’s stickers I can stick on my diapy. Toodles, Katie
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