| Fri, Dec 1, 11:11 PM (9 hours ago) |  | ||
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Hi, Philip,
This poem that I wrote is dedicated to our male batch mates who are currently having, or may develop, ‘Prostatism.’
PISS OFF!
Oh what a bliss to pee with ease
A free flow of the amber clear
Looking down the pot, with the froth on top
Isn’t it like Pilsner beer?
You’re blessed if you start and stop when you want
Not pause with your thingy exposed
And doubly blessed if not spilled inside
Once away with your trousers closed
Don’t postpone your bladder’s urgent call
And in case you don’t find a loo
A luxurious tree, a pole, or even
A red coloured post box would do
When at the loo of a bar or shop
If ever the young men do scoff
Pray that you start and stop like them
And boldly tell them, “Piss off!”
