Mr.Bump took a dump every step he took. When he looked down the path was brown when before it was crown yellow. He didn't know what to do at the site of his own poo so he decided to run, as poop was falling out of his buns. He ran to the store, pooped some more and bought a pack of diapers. Everyone thought he was a baby, and there was this old lady, who drove Mr.Bump home. He was walking through his dome, then on the path, then he took a bath. Now Mr.Bump takes his dumps in his diaper.
Authors note: all week me and my friends have been talking about poo and butts. At school I got a book ( for my book buddy that's 5) called Mr.Bump.(picture above) so I made a poem about Mr.Bump💩 hope you enjoyed!!!!!! I have an awesome brain💖
