The Potty Poem! Poem by Denis Martindale

I went to sleep, at peace until
The potty poem came,
He woke me up and that's no thrill,
By shouting out my name...
Of course, I woke up with a start
And turned my nightlight on
And still in shock, I clutched my heart,
But soon the pain had gone!

'Not you, again! ' I promptly said,
The potty poem sighed,
As if his soul were full of dread,
His eyes were bulging wide...
I got the paper and the pen,
Still yawning all the time,
So he recited yet again
The words that I must rhyme...

And so I sighed, but on I wrote
The jist of all he told,
Of seven men upon a boat,
At night, fatigued and cold...
The fishermen caught not a one,
From midnight until dawn,
I bet they saw the rising sun
And, like me, had to yawn...

Then Jesus came and told them straight
To try again, once more,
He said to them, 'It's not too late! '
Though they were fit to snore...
But they obeyed and found reward,
The fish had filled the net!
That happens when we trust the Lord
Despite our first regret...

And so I wrote the poem out,
The potty poem cheered,
Then suddenly he danced about
And proudly stroked his beard...
He gently tucked me into bed
And shook me by the hand,
Then disappeared from me instead,
Back home to Poemland...

Thank God for that! He'd gone at last!
I closed my eyes and slept,
Until I rose to make breakfast,
When down the stairs I crept...
With hope now rising uppermost,
No longer quite so sad,
I read the poem, made some toast,
Drank coffee and felt glad...


Denis Martindale, copyright May 2014.