I lay ‘pon our lonely bed, only the bed and me,
when s’ddenly I got the ‘rge (I tho’ght) to pee.
So ’p I got and off I went, thro’gh the bathroom door.
I sat down ‘pon the toilet, b’t peed two drops, no more.
I sh’ffled back to the bedroom then (I DID) ,
b’t of that ‘rge (to pee?) ……, I co’ld NOT myself rid.
So I t’rned my head (the better yo’r portrait to view) ….
and that’s when (to’ching myself down “there”) …… “it” grew.
It grew more the more I tho’ght of yo’…., gone off for two days.
[At times like this, a man-like-me, with his penis plays.]
The more I r’bbed it, the more it grew. 4; 6; ………..then 8!
It reminded me of last night’s sa’sage, on my dinner plate.
And before long, it started oozing. It was VERY slippery now ……,
reminding me of a sweating dancer, straightening from a bow.
One more stroke and it er’pted; what a lot of goo!
It wo’ld have been better still ……., if I‘d not been missing “u”.
(Febr’ary 26, 2015)
This is too funny! And just what was that you were asking about my Two or Three?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just like you to take matters into your own hands again! :) :) :)