A Funny Thing Happened On the Way To the John LOL

A funny thing happened on the way to the john, I rounded a bend and there sat my young son Who whined and fussed to be picked up and nursed So I had to oblige though I quietly cursed. I continued my quest for some bladder relief Whilst feeding my baby, supreme mother and chief When I passed the front door, boob out, zipper down And there stood our pastor, with an uncomfortable frown. I tucked and I zipped, then red-faced I said, “Hi.” He said, “I just stopped for your donated pie.” Baby under one arm, I retrieved the said pie And proudly returned with baked good held up high. But the baby was squirmy and sun in my eyes So I tripped on the dog, who is almost my size And that’s when I found out that cherry pie flies Right into the face of the good Reverend Wise. Which was not a bad thing, and I do not jest Because my little boy had pulled out my breast! And my bladder gave up, the poor little fellow, As I landed and sat in a puddle of yellow! So I never did make it to the bathroom that trip And I had to make up to our poor puppy Skip. My son, just like always, got his milk and his way And my husband and I became Jewish that day!