Pitty-Pat, Dribble Drat
Again, I felt it skip a beat;
the heart goes pitty-pat.
It seems I am dehydrated;
I can’t imagine that.
If you don’t mind, I think I’ll pass;
I cannot down another glass
until I first excrete.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2023
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