
With Apologies to Will Shakespeare
To pee, or not to pee, there is no question.
Whether ‘tis nobler to decide to suffer
The pains of stifled urination
Or to whip out what will relieve the troubles,
And by expelling, end them.
To search, to seek, once more,
And find that place of sweet relief
Then shiver as the waited stream begins.
‘Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished.
And to the Brothers Grimm
Urine, Urine on the wall,
Of the alley and the hall.
Wish I may. Wish I might.
Make it to the bowl tonight.
And, Finally, to Paul Simon
Slow down it moves too fast.
Got to make the urine last.
Writing names on cobblestones.
I’m almost done. I’m feelin’ groovy.
Until next time
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Comments are always from "anonymous". Often I can identify the author by the content of the comment, but that much cogitation makes my 80 year-old brain tired. Please help out an old man and identify yourself within the text of the comment. Thanks for the comments whether or not you ID yourself. Tom