I Want A Wee Wee

I want a wee wee 

I’m dying for a piss 

I’ve never felt my bladder bursting 

Quite as bad as this. 

The strain is so unbearable 

I’m writhing in my chair 

I cross my legs and fidget 

And I grumble in dispair. 

 

Oh God I need a wee wee 

I must go to the toilet 

But here I stay to write this poem 

For you; I cannot spoil it. 

That’s the standard you expect 

From a professional such as me. 

I put my readers way before 

My need to have a pee. 

 

Oh bloody hell, I’ve got to go 

I cannot bear this pain. 

But first I’ve got to end this poem 

Or everything’s in vain. 

Wait a minute! No, that’s wrong! 

I know what I’ll do. 

I can finish off this poem 

When I’m back from the loo.... 

 

Excuse me......... 

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Aw fuck! I didn’t make it. 

I went and wet my pants. 

I should have gone before I started. 

Now I missed my chance. 

And so this poem is pointless 

For I know one thing for sure. 

I’ve realised that I don’t want 

A wee wee anymore. 

 

Poetry

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