The Wet Patch Collab

Why sit with a frown is there a need? Yes she whispered in my ear, I think I peed. My knickers are wet, I dare not move at all If I stand up, down they will surely fall Your knickers are wet, ha I did scoff But I made sure I did, no laugh or a cough For under my seat I would then have to peer As there may be a puddle just under here Went shopping before we met for lunch Hoped lollies would stay frozen, so I could crunch Put it in my handbag, sat upon my lap Decided to eat quickly, so no mishap. But lunch took quite a while We had a laugh and a smile. The lollies got hot, and then they did melt I felt a cold patch sneak under my belt. I swept off the table cloth wrapped it round like a toga To everyone watching I said ‘it’s a new move in yoga’ To the bathroom I ran and locked the door I dropped my wet undergarments, onto the floor Knickers now down, I could see the stain Was orange not pee and that I still maintain I sniffed at my undies and then I did think They smell of oranges, as I rinsed in the sink I hadn’t peed at all, twas not a mishap My ice lollies had melted, wetting my lap Next time you see an old dear with a wet patch on her frock Remember it might be a lolly, so you better not mock One day you know that old dear will be you So to yourself and to others you must always be true A wet patch you may see, but no lollies are there So offer her some wipes, but don’t sit on her chair © 2013 Collaboration between Seren Roberts and Mandy Tams