The golden Flood that issued from my Loins
Was dearer far than any precious Jewel
Or sealed Vault a-burst with ancient Coins
As I stood forth and held my massive Tool.
Look, see it gush in Torrents, fresh and hot -
Niagara-like, a mighty yellow Stream!
It splashes happily into the Pot
And giveth forth a fragrant Cloud of Steam.
A Bean’s a Bean, ’tis said: A Pee’s Relief.
No truer Words I’ve heard, as red’s my Blood!
But Time comes stealing, that most clever Thief
And turns to a mere Trickle Youth’s warm Flood.
Stand and Deliver! is my fervent Wish
But Drop by Drop’s an old Man’s Way to pish.
[Bam! A sonnet about Micturition. Your turn, Og.]
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
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4 comments:
Certain to replace "if you sprinkle when you tinkle..." as the definitive piddling poem.
"Mighty tool" you say;
But if, to it, I see,
I’m thinking better put, perhaps,
Would be a mighty wee!
Vman taught you to sit and pee, right?
I had pretty vivid images running through my head. Then I didn't feel so good. So... your sonnet worked! lol
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