by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com


Her fingernails were chewed, as she had no one to scratch.
Her panties were yellow, with a brown stain in the back.
Money wasn't set aside to pay the pending bail,
And her bummy was just a butt and it was always pale.

Her anus was a sad one, without a pretty  name.
Her sniffer just a nose and the choppers held no fame.
An enema was something she never thought to do.
And a butt plug as a birthday gift would seem an odd choice too

Before Daddy came along, things were not the same.
Pie charts and purple tooth were certainly insane.
Hiding neath the covers, and sniffing out hello,
were just as demented as helmut-perfectoe*

So even though this poetry makes not much sense to you
that just means you haven't read, "Your little crankyheaD and YOU!"
for there is beauty in the breakdown, insanity and fame
it all swirls together when a little girl and daddy play their game.