Donnie the Diaper Man, a grown-up squish,
Parades in Pampers, proud and full of pride.
He fills his Depends with a toddler’s wish,
Then waddles off, unbothered, dignified.
His throne? A beanbag, crusted, damp, and low.
His scepter? Teething ring from '92.
He grunts, then calls for JD - “Time to go!”
The Wonder Nanny storms in, wipes in two.
He lifts Don's legs with grace and seasoned flair,
While humming lullabies through clenched regret.
He’s changed more men than diapers, unaware
That Donnie’s leaks are just the warm-up set.
So let this tale of shame and wipes be sung -
A man, a nanny, and a very damp bung.
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