Nature's Call Poem by Magic Box
I stopped my ride beside the road
Stepped down with key off from board!
Its nothing, to finish a simple deed
But I really need some place to pee!
I'm holding for a long time, you see,
I guess I was lot more than busy!
To attend the nature's call to me,
But now insist! To let it go free!
I turn my head sideways to see,
Will there be a place for me to relieve?
Nearby shadows are calm I believe,
Its time to start the watering spree!
Trash can is fine? Or will it give worry?
Or should I do behind the mango tree?
I'm jumping up and down the street,
As irritation gets to a high degree!
Feeling like rescued from trouble as I pee
Thanking myself, feeling good with a glee
I'm satisfied! As I have paid a penalty
Thinking of good times and planned to retreat!
As I reach my fly to finish in hurry,
A black eyed tomcat looks in eerie!
Wondering It'd jump suddenly at me,
Stopped my 'Pump House' which worked heavenly!
I turned back, saw a cop smiling at me!
With mustache and belly, just too scary!
First thought to bribe him! How damn silly!
I thought for a sec and started to flee!
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