A Lemon Tree Poem by Bob Gibson
A Lemon Tree
I was only two when she taught me, how to have a pee
I was quite happy with my nappy! I guess that's womanly!
Stand up straight and listen, point Percy at the pot
Use both hands, lean forward, blessed by God, your not!
I struggled with this concept, my aim it took a while
I knew I was doing pretty good by my mothers smile
But I was easily distracted, and turned round, on hearing a voice
Then I peed on the lino, it was not out of choice!
Id rather sit on the toilet, with my head upon my hands
Then I would not have the problem, of knowing where it lands!
there is only a few inches between, lads an lasses
and boys are proud, when they fart, to let girls smell their gasses
I often wee in the garden, against the lemon tree
My dad said son, it must be done, don't always rely on me!
I've never eat lemon's, cos they taste so acidy
I feel i'm getting my own back, from that lemon tree
very hilarious and pantwettingly outrageous..an enjoyable write Sir
this is very sweetttttttttttt! ! ! ! ! ! ! Nice indeed sir! ! ! I mean rhyming is so much fun... Earlier I wrote in free verse.. then wrote few rhyming ones too.. I should say rhyming is quite fun... and reading this one is so much fun than writing my oness..cause my one is all childish... this is cool! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! way better....entertaining.. make me wana sing...lolsssss Cheeeersssss shan
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 4:43:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Bob Gibson I enjoyed the read