The Mess

Poemblaze challenged me to compose a poem using three particular words.  Can you guess which ones?

The Mess

The baby’s diaper
attained the shape
of an igloo.

The exasperated mother
the mess, aiming at
the Westboro Baptists
on the front lawn.

Calmly, she applied
to the baby’s bottom.

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