Awakened by natures call
That must be heeded.
Tip toeing to the bathroom,
Releasing what is needed.
Too awake to return to sleep,
I sit and write a poem.
It's just a little poem of sorts,
Where words I let to roam.
Propriety in words I use,
Lest I offend with vulgar words.
Instead a simple word or two,
Is all that needs to be heard.
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Whenever I have to pee, I have to call for help. Once done, I'm a loss for words, and fall back to sleep. ;-)
Ron
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