Morning Dig…
They come out best in chunks,
The size they are almost of tree trunks,
So many who do it are mostly drunks,
One thing I could do well, never would I flunk…
Best to use the pinky,
Better to wash first or it be stinky,
Could call this action a bit kinky,
Better than snacking on a Twinkie…
No cost but a few drops of blood,
Sometimes though it comes out in a flood,
Surely though I do not consider myself a stud,
Especially when I do the morning dig,
Okay so I may look when doing so like a pig…
Seems to relax, taking off the stress,
Causing those that do little distress,
Tried I have to end this habit without success,
Try to do so when around people with finesse…
© ed ~ 4/20/05
Take care,
Sherry
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
Love Tinka!!
Look what you did--my new poem is partly due to your...toilet humor? LOL
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)