At the Pool Hall
At the pool hall, the bathroom was closed.
Pipes were punctured, the plumber supposed;
But some pro had to go,
Thinking no one would know
If his flow didn’t have him exposed.
So he piddled but there were some clues,
For some drops hit competitors’ shoes.
Soon a sign on the wall
Was a warning to all –
Players, please mind your pees and your cues!
Written February 28, 2021 for the Two Limericks Contest
of Tania Kitchin. Syllable count self-checked.
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