The Full-Bladder Hoe-Down Poem by John Bliven Morin

Allaman left, Turkey in the straw!
Just drank six beers and I wanted more;
Six is what my partner had
And now we got to whiz real bad.

Yoo hoo, trip to the loo
Yoo hoo, trip to the loo
Yoo hoo, trip to the loo
Trip to the loo my darling!

Try to dance with knees together;
Too bad if your knickers are leather;
Want to spin? Don't even try,
Or everyone will shout 'Oh my! '

Yoo hoo, trip to the loo
Yoo hoo, trip to the loo
Yoo hoo, trip to the loo
Trip to the loo my darling!

Bow to your partner, hold your groin;
Don't try to pick up that fallen coin;
Hands on your partner, not on your crotch;
Oops! A little found a notch!

Yoo hoo, trip to the loo
Yoo hoo, trip to the loo
Yoo hoo, trip to the loo
Trip to the loo my darling!

Swing your partner in this dance,
Before she wets her frickin' pants;
Aim her for the bathroom door;
If it aint open she'll wee the floor!

Yoo hoo, trip to the loo;
Now your partner's in the loo!
Yoo hoo, trip to the loo;
You'd better too, my darling!

Copyright (C) 2010 by John Bliven Morin,
writing as Blithian