Breastmilk and poetry

Stephan likes his poems
Without the aid of a pump
But I ask you, my friend
What do you do with the lumps??

Finnegan poops in mustardy stanzas
Always in messy threes
When I asked him about line breaks
He pooped upon my knees

Meghan burps her ABC’s
And giggles when she’s done
Then she sings in syllables
Thick with witty pun

Logan whines in rhythm
As he walks in time
Of every emotional melody
And the odd poetic rhyme