It’s there it’s there,

hidden in that corner.

It’s waiting for me to need a pee,

or even worse a number two.

Mummy makes me sit on it.

I hate it.

It’s got a hard scratchy bits.

It puts red marks on my bum,

it makes me want to run.

Mummy makes me sit on it.

I hate it.

I won’t do it.

I wont do it.

Mummy thinks it’s time for me to go.

I run round trying to sit on the ground.

Mummy pulls it out.

I am placed on it without a sound.

I give my mummy a funny frown.

She smiles at me,

she looks pleased at me.

I wiggle a bit because of the scratchy bit.

I think I have had a pee.

That’s why mummy looks so pleased at me.

I have done it.

I have done it.

All I had to do was sit.

Mummy takes it away to empty it.

She puts it away in the corner.

I guess it’s not so bad.

To pee in my potty,

I just wish it was not so hard on my botty