An EC Sonnet
By Melinda Rothstein (with compliments to Shakespeare)

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 consummation
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!