I have chocolate all over my face,
trying to clean so there is no trace.
Cause mum said no candies today,
that I do not get caught, I now pray.
I left a bit on the top of my mouth,
mum came in, lucky she was headin south.
She passed me by, I thought all is well,
then turned to me and said: 'what's that smell? '.
I am only 14 month's old you see,
and I have trouble to pooh or pee.
I thought I was in the clear,
until everything came out my rear.
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Well, Babyface, you were rumbled. Serves you right for not giving me a piece. This one made me roar with laughter, Dave. Keep them coming. Love, Fran the fan xxxx