Po-po

Feet up, pat him on the po-po Let’s hear him laugh Ain’t seen a babe like this before He’s so good-lookin’, gonna have some more Feet up, pat him on the po-po

[He] gets jelly on his head, jelly on his po-po, jelly on his.... well, you know what rhymes with jelly. If your Junior starts singing this in public he’ll show you up.

He once asked me how a particular customer was doing, sometime after I had executed a sale. […] Then he added, so as not to appear to be admonishing me, “Go and give them a pat on the po-po and see what is going on.”

“Actually I prefer kids referring to their po-pos rather than their outer labias. Maybe I’m just old fashioned.”

On one Monday morning, one of the two children, Becky, complained about irritation around her “po-po.” […] This child indicated that Daddy had touched her there and she cried when he pushed on her sore spot.

By contrast, a North Carolina court upheld the conviction of a father after a four-year-old, who had told relatives and authorities that her father had put his “ding dong” into her “po po,” pointed to a doll vagina and a doll penis and used the same terms to describe the alleged event.

“If you tell anyone what happens in this house, HRS will take you away. Do you understand? They’ll put you with people that will hurt your po-po.” I broke out in a sweat. Po-po was Mom’s word for between my legs.

Runnin’ from the po-po Runnin’ Just got my cash on Now I gotta get my dash on