Showing My Bladder Who's Boss! Poem by Stevie Taite
Showing My Bladder Who's Boss!
Oh what an annoyance
It happens to be
When my bladder, at night
Wakes me up for a wee
I'm often too sleepy
And stubborn I get
So I drift back to sleep
As I'm sure I won't wet
The nerves from my bladder
I try to block out
As to nod off again
Is what I am about
You then try to trick me
By hijack of dreams
But I've learnt not to cave
In your dreamed up latrines
Some how I control you
As I'd rather stay warm
You had your short freedom
When I was first born
Back then, you took charge
You let loose when you liked
But by about two
I could seal you up tight
I batten the hatches
And legs I will cross
You got emptied at bed time
So I'll show you who's boss!
And then come the morn
With call of the alarm
You'll give a sharp prod
With your quick nervous arm
I'll jump out of bed
As I won't get to choose
The option of pressing the
Button for snooze
I'll run for the loo
What relief it will be
To empty my bladder
(But when it suits me!)
When you get to my age Stevie, there's no holding on, not for long anyway! ! Amusing and lighthearted.
I hope you are not tempting fate here Stevie. Good poem though.
Man's answer to this age old problem (or is it old age problem) was to design the en-suite bathroom, and we think we're clever? I'll read some more and cheer myself up!
Wow... Stevie I was waiting for a change of the sheets. Very funny and how brave you are to write about wee weee weee all the way home. Well done.
As poems go this is fowl But no I don't mess with my bowel If he says 'it time' I say 'ok that's fine' As I don't want to paint the town brown! Hahahahahaha
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 3:33:58 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Ahhhh....Sweet bliss. Such a relief. At last the poetry of bodily functions, a genre far too long neglected on PH. The common trials and tribulations of the common man and, who'd have known it, woman. Thank you.