poem by royel: farted on my face: a birthday surprise

“ethan's butt went squish on my nose,
birthday farts, oh how they rose!
he pushed so hard, i couldn't breathe,
but giggles escaped, you wouldn't believe!

my pamper was full, a poopy delight,
but no change came, oh what a sight!
stinky and warm, i sat in my mess,
while ethan's gas gave me birthday stress.

after the farts, back to my pen i went,
a warm bottle waiting, heaven-sent.
sipping my milk, still in my poop,
birthday surprises, what a wild loop!

stinky face, loaded diaper, and bottle so sweet,
a birthday memory that can't be beat!
thanks, big bro, for your gassy love,
my special day blessed from your butt above!

by Mitchell Royel!”

from Ethan:

“yo little bro, happy birthday, you diaper-wearing champ!

so there i was, ready to give you the most epic birthday wake-up call ever. i snuck into your room, saw you all cozy in your crib, and thought, "it's showtime!"

i scooped you up, plopped you on the bed, and got into position. then, bam! i planted my ass right on your face, pressing down hard. i could feel you squirming, trying to breathe, but hey, that's what makes it fun, right?

as i felt the gas building up, i started belting out stevie wonder style:

"happy birthday to you (pffft!)

happy birthday to you (pffft!)

happy birthday, dear mitchell (pffft! pffft!)

happy birthday to youuuu! (longest, stinkiest fart ever)"

man, you should've seen yourself! all red-faced and giggly, gasping for air between my cheeks. i gotta say, you took it like a champ. that's my little bro!

when i finally let you up, you looked dazed but happy. that's when i noticed your diaper was already loaded. bonus points for the extra stink, dude!

happy birthday, mitchell! here's to another year of stinky surprises and brotherly love!”