My Mommy always Nose
Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2007 2:22 pm
This is a poem to my beautiful fantasy mommy, who has a very big, and very sensitive nose, and is always sniffing the air when she smells a toot, or a poopy diaper. 
For me, in my fantasy, there is no more beautiful sight, then my pretty mommy sniffing the air with her big, beautiful nose, and smiling at me and , saying, "Shoooooo! I think I smell something."
I get so excited and I feel so loved, when I see her wrinkle up her big nose, and say, "Shooooo!" Somehow, the act of her drawing in the pungent aroma of my toot or poopy diaper through her nose, and wrinkling it up as she smiles, makes me feel unconditionaly loved. We both know what has just happened: I have either tooted, or just filled my pants, and the pungent aroma seems to please her, as I watch her sniff the air over and over again, wrinkling up her nose, smiling a warm, motherly smile, and playfully teasing me with, "Shooooo! I think I smell something."
This poem is to her, my pretty fantasy mommy, who loves the smell of my toots and poopy pants, always "knows" with her "nose".
My Mommy Always Nose
My Mommy always "nose", she can always tell,
when I toot, or poop my pants, with her Motherly smell.
Her nose is so big and so beautiful, and so pretty and fair.
My Mommy likes to wrinkle up her nose, when she sniffs the air.
"Uh, oh," She says, with her nose wrinkled up, "I think I smell something, shooooo!
It smells like somebody just filled their pants, and I think I know who."
Then she sniffs my diapered bottom, sinffing around for the source.
It smells like my pants are full of manure, left by a very large horse.
"Shooooo-wee!" She say's, with her nose wrinkled up. "I don't think that's a toot!
It smells like Marty needs his diaper changed, cause his pants are full of poop."
But before we go to the changing table, before we mount the "poop deck",
my Mommy always checks my pants with a nosey diaper check.
Slowly she pulls back my pants, pulling open the back,
then she peers into my diaper, sniffing and looking down my crack.
With my pants pulled back, she sees the deed, and makes a Motherly find.
My diaper is filled to the brim with poop, and I have a messy behind.
Now it's off to the changing table, with lot's of smiles and coos.
My Mommy likes to change my diaper when my pants are full of poop.
Once the rubber pants are off, my Mommy unpins my cloth diaper.
With such a messy, poopy bottom, my Mommy becomes my Wiper.
First it's one baby wipe...... then two....... then three.....
as my Mommy wipes my poopy bottom, she's smiling and cooing at me.
"Shoooooo-wee!" She say's, with her wrinkled up nose. "Who would have ever guessed?
That such a little baby boy, can make such a big stinky mess."
The whole time she wipes my bottom, her nose is sniffing the air,
inhailing the pungent aroma of poop, and letting me know that she cares.
I love my Mommy's wrinkled up nose, and the way she say's, "Shooooooo!"
Because when she wrinkles up her nose, it always means, "I love you!"
For me, in my fantasy, there is no more beautiful sight, then my pretty mommy sniffing the air with her big, beautiful nose, and smiling at me and , saying, "Shoooooo! I think I smell something."
I get so excited and I feel so loved, when I see her wrinkle up her big nose, and say, "Shooooo!" Somehow, the act of her drawing in the pungent aroma of my toot or poopy diaper through her nose, and wrinkling it up as she smiles, makes me feel unconditionaly loved. We both know what has just happened: I have either tooted, or just filled my pants, and the pungent aroma seems to please her, as I watch her sniff the air over and over again, wrinkling up her nose, smiling a warm, motherly smile, and playfully teasing me with, "Shooooo! I think I smell something."
This poem is to her, my pretty fantasy mommy, who loves the smell of my toots and poopy pants, always "knows" with her "nose".
My Mommy Always Nose
My Mommy always "nose", she can always tell,
when I toot, or poop my pants, with her Motherly smell.
Her nose is so big and so beautiful, and so pretty and fair.
My Mommy likes to wrinkle up her nose, when she sniffs the air.
"Uh, oh," She says, with her nose wrinkled up, "I think I smell something, shooooo!
It smells like somebody just filled their pants, and I think I know who."
Then she sniffs my diapered bottom, sinffing around for the source.
It smells like my pants are full of manure, left by a very large horse.
"Shooooo-wee!" She say's, with her nose wrinkled up. "I don't think that's a toot!
It smells like Marty needs his diaper changed, cause his pants are full of poop."
But before we go to the changing table, before we mount the "poop deck",
my Mommy always checks my pants with a nosey diaper check.
Slowly she pulls back my pants, pulling open the back,
then she peers into my diaper, sniffing and looking down my crack.
With my pants pulled back, she sees the deed, and makes a Motherly find.
My diaper is filled to the brim with poop, and I have a messy behind.
Now it's off to the changing table, with lot's of smiles and coos.
My Mommy likes to change my diaper when my pants are full of poop.
Once the rubber pants are off, my Mommy unpins my cloth diaper.
With such a messy, poopy bottom, my Mommy becomes my Wiper.
First it's one baby wipe...... then two....... then three.....
as my Mommy wipes my poopy bottom, she's smiling and cooing at me.
"Shoooooo-wee!" She say's, with her wrinkled up nose. "Who would have ever guessed?
That such a little baby boy, can make such a big stinky mess."
The whole time she wipes my bottom, her nose is sniffing the air,
inhailing the pungent aroma of poop, and letting me know that she cares.
I love my Mommy's wrinkled up nose, and the way she say's, "Shooooooo!"
Because when she wrinkles up her nose, it always means, "I love you!"