The Great Potty War - 21 Lines - 2/26

Raising children is a joy, until IT happens.

The Great Potty War

When the mom flew off to attend a week of seminars,
Dad grinned with confidence; this would be a breeze.

Five boys couldn't prepare him for what came next,
A giggling tot and a gas crisis; no worse.
A potty revolt, led by a girl named Jillian.

She'd sit, then giggle, then wiggle a bit,
A no-potty ninja, in a dress quite pink.

Days blurred into oopsies, puddles on the rug.
Then came a cosmic, foul twist.
Her face turned red, her brows furrowed in thought,
Realizing what's coming, dad froze in fear.

Dad's worst nightmare: The Great BM,
No idea of what to do, the house echoed his primal fear.

He raided the attic, the garage, and the fridge; the vacuum might do.
Until he glimpsed it in the kitchen drawer.

The seldom-used turkey baster.

The dish rack bore witness; the dog looked away.

When mom returned home, she found a new sight,
Turkey baster in the garbage, covered in poo.
She laughed, then cried, the swore like a sailor,
At the dad who'd faced a potty war and lived.

Line Count: 21