need–Plumber–FAST!!…
I think I may be wearing out
My pelvic floor,
I really must control my spout
And stop before…
my stream releases with a hiss–
This losing urine’s hardly bliss
It’s had a metamorphosis
My pelvic floor…
I’d much prefer to have a drought
Than wee galore,
Though barely full, there’s always doubt
I’ll reach the door,
My leaky valve I can’t dismiss
It prompts my frequent urge to piss
There may well be a crack in this–
My pelvic floor.
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Copyright P J Ross
06012017
Image sourced from Google Images
What a clever write this is! I thoroughly enjoyed reading it. Only you could come up with the phrase pelvic floor, LOL.
Hey thanks Lou. I didn’t coin the phrase but I guess I took the piss…or was it lost the piss? haha
Yet more inspiration…and some incredible…um…relativity! Yes, relativity. Every middle aged woman would have relativity to this wonderfully hysterical poem. I wonder about my own pelvic floor sometimes. It’s either flood or drought, in a manner of speaking. No in betweens.
I’ll slouch off now and hope I don’t drip all over the carpet…