The old guy came back to his bed.
His wife awakened and inquired
If he was okay; and he said
Maybe he was overly tired,
But when he went to the bathroom,
It seemed when he opened the door,
The light was on. He did assume
That it was left on from before.
Finishing up his business,
He reached up to turn off the light,
But couldn't find it, to his stress.
His wife assured it was all right.
'Honey, you got off track a smidge, '
'And you were peeing in the fridge.'
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