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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

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