If smells only had colors
I'm certain I would see
Little puffs of brown from the baby next to me.
Halfway through the sermon
My stomach gave a lurch
and I was sorely tempted to sprint right out of church.
The daddy is a'rockin'
The baby gives a coo
and every time dad pats his back
I get a whiff of poo.
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