Jakey: A Poem

My bra is in the kitchen.

The ottoman is in the hall. 

There’s a block in the shower,

Things are up at least 3 feet tall.

An empty TP roll in the dishwasher,

My folded clothes were pulled out of the drawer,

Brand-new swimmy diapers in the hamper,

Clean clothes strewn about the floor.

We love our little rearranger,

He’s a busy little bee.

Just follow the trail of mayhem,

That’s where you’ll find Jakey.



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