Dazed and confused? Not me. I’m just Lost in the Cheese Aisle.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012


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.]


LeeAnn said...

Certain to replace "if you sprinkle when you tinkle..." as the definitive piddling poem.

Nor Grebnief said...

"Mighty tool" you say;
But if, to it, I see,
I’m thinking better put, perhaps,
Would be a mighty wee!

og said...

Vman taught you to sit and pee, right?

Fiona Kathleen Hogan said...

I had pretty vivid images running through my head. Then I didn't feel so good. So... your sonnet worked! lol