(for those that don't know, Haiku is a form of Japanese poetry with rules of 5-7-5 syllables.  I love it because it gives you a framework for your writing, and it's short! ie: can be composed between diaper changes, or email....)

Peeing in the Pot

So much fun to show Mommy

I can do it all.

- Fiona

Sss, Sss there we go

Ah, feeling much better now

I love you Mama

- Ava

Shopping

Grinning I walk past

big packages of diapers

we have no need for.

            - Freddy

Squatting by a tree

baby needs to take a dump.

Walkers think I'm nuts.

- Nicole

Limericks

There once was a baby who farted

To show his dumb mom what he wanted.

When she wasn't too bright,

He decided to show mite,

And do what he should on the carpet.

(author??? Please tell me who you are I lost your email)

I once had a baby in lap

without benefit of butt-flap

with chores to be herded

my attention diverted

I ended up covered in crap

*snort*

            ~Drakka

There once was a baby named T.C.

Whose parents were practicing E.C.

Some said they were crazy,

Or maybe too lazy-

To change diapers full of pee-pee

My baby was playing "sans diaper"

and suddenly got very hyper

We went to the sink

Where he made quite a stink...

Hooray! We didn't need a wiper

- Kathryn

"Oh no! A small baby can NOT

know she needs to and go on the pot."

That's what they all say

about infants, but hey!

We daily disprove them! So what?

- Freddy

Those men in their medical role

Said that babies can have no control

But their theory's been blown

By these kids of my own

Who pee right from birth in the bowl.

- Ingrid B. (author of Diaper Free!)

In the night when I have to pee

I wake up and grab my bay-bee

After I use the loo

my baby does too

And that's how we stay nappy free!

- Drakka

this zen path we call "diaper free"

requires no words from liza or me

she stares into space,

peaceful look on her face

oh damn i just missed a pee...

- Debbie

there's nothing that smells any riper

than a baby who craps in his diaper.

he shits and he shits

then he sits and he sits

and we wonder when he becomes hyper.

- Alissa

I once had a babe who wore dipes

And my hands were all cracked from the wipes

The one day he went bare

We'd a few hours to spare

And neither of us had any more gripes!

- Melinda

there was a young tutor of poots

tried to tutor a pooter to toot

he said you must toot

before you can poot

cause to poot in your suit isn't cute

there was a young pooter of poots

learned before she is pooting to toot

mom said what is that?

can I make my first catch?

plop plop in the bowl; what a hoot

            - Juji

I'm still not too good at EC,

Get confused when he's cueing to pee

But once in a while,

He'll give me a smile

And a shake, and then do it on me!

            - Margaret

Poetry in Other Languages

"Ein Baby, auch wenn es das wolle,

hat 'unten' kein bisschen Kontrolle!"

So hört man es sagen,

Doch muss ich mich fragen:

Wo kommt dann der Topf her - der volle?

            - Freddy

An EC sonnet

To pee, or not to pee, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in my house to endure
The lying-downs and changings of baby diapers;
Or to take off Pampers and Huggies ongoing
And by opposing, end them: cloth or sposie
No more; and by no dipes, to say we end
the debate, and the thousand awful shocks
Baby flesh is heir to: 'Tis a consumation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To pee, to poop,
To poop, perhaps to flush. Oops, there's the bowl!
For in the dark of night, what wriggles may wake
When he has nursed and now must pee, again,
must give us practice. There's the happy face
that falls again to sleep, so happily.
For who would bear the dipes and wipes so long,
The parent's trash, the extra laundry, the smell,
the diaper bag, the changing pad, no more.
The babe's butt suffering, the sweaty crotch,
why would we endure this crazy practice
When a baby might his happiness find
with a bare butt!

                             -- Melinda R.

Other EC writings

Oh, Darling Child

Precious one who is

part of me and yet

all her own

I remember the day

when I learned

you had joined us

How great my joy

Over and over

I recall those

fluttering kicks

and mighty punches

The day you were born

I could not look at you

without crying

at your perfect beauty

But you are human

like me

your body consumes

and eliminates

I envisioned you

with your perfect skin

wrapped in plastic

wet and fretfull

Perfect child

encased in filth

It's not right

you, swaddled in waste

The primal mother

in me sees

that this

isn't the way

Help me, Grandmothers

who birthed alone

and powerfully

on soft forest floors

You who knew what

breasts are for

holding your treasures

with milkwet chins

I see you with

babies pulled

to your chests

squatting them

I see a clear arc

showering the ground

baby smiles

all is well

I take this vision

make it mine

Sssssss like a breeze

my baby is dry

And happy

            ~Drakka

(this one should be sung to the tune of Green Acres, complete with

Zsa Zsa’s accent for her verse.)

EC-ing is the life for me!

No soggy diapers in our fam-ily!

Don't vant to vash cloth diapers anymore!

Who cares, sometimes he pees on ze floor?

I vant to rub baby's bare bum all day!

Vith no bulky diaper to get in ze way!

(dada-da-dada)  No dipes!

(dada-da-dada)  No wipes!

My baby's dry

'Most all of the time

All thanks to EC!

(dada-da!)

- Kim

Ok, this is not a poem, but a little song i sing to dd when i am peeing her.  It's sung to the tune, Are You Sleeping.

A-bi-gailllll, A-bi-gaillllll

Do you have to pee?

Do you have to pee?

Let's go potty

Let's go potty

pee, pee, pee,

pssss, psss, psss

            - Beka