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
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
December 28, 2009

Happy New Year

Just want to say Happy New Year to all you babies and sissies and the ladies here at phoneamommy i work with some awesome ladies.Talk to some of the sweeties babies and sissies. You never know what these babies will come up with next or what kind of mischief they will get into from taking their diapers off and running around nakie to snuggling up nice and close to you have a wonderful New Year no matter where you are when it comes in. 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
October 9, 2009

Just for you

That’s right this cute little pink diaper is just for this cute little sissy baby Minnie wanted to make sure she got the color that you love the best i and i knew it was Pink because thats your favorite color now is it not my diapered little sissy girl. Because you love it when i diaper you up no matter what and put those sweet smelling powders on that cute little bottom your going to especially love it when bathe and diaper you up in this cute little Pink diaper will you not. Minnie
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