A Peeing Machine
A peeing machine, a peeing machine
That's what I've now become
About every two hours like clockwork
It's off to the toity I run
While making a speech at a banquet
Right smack dab in the middle
That old biological urge rears its head
And off I go for a piddle
Considered installing a porta-pottie
In every room of my house
It sure would make a whole lot of sense
Especially when I get soused
It certainly becomes a hairy affair
When I can't undo my buckle
So I just enjoy the cozy warm feeling
Stand and piddle and chuckle
A peeing machine, a peeing machine
That's what I've now become!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013
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