The Need To Pee Poem by Phil Soar

The fountain in my garden is a welcome sound
On mid-June summer days, when I'm at rest,
The constant sound of water as it circulates
Makes me aware of toilets at it's best
The sound of running water at my current age
Is like a melody that makes me pee
As I sit and read the news and turn the papers page
The need to urinate envelops me
I guess as I grow older I will feel the need
To carry with me, aids to help this trait
And not rely on somewhere like the undergrowth
To find a place to go an unrinate