Lovely weather for Dunners' ducks (tongue in cheek peek at Dunedin's historic deluge)
"Stares upstairs..
Angels’ weeing above..
Be a good chap..
Show some love bruv..
Turn off the tap..
*****
No refuge from the subterfuge of the deluge..
Parched sandbag phalanxes..
Ranks marching in flanks..
Arching across busted banks..
Quaffing..scoffing..downpour spanks..
**********
Disbelief at the leisurely river Leith..
Despairing at it baring...glaring..teeth
Hurling....haring to unsheaf grief..
Mischief rashly unfurling…
Brashly whirling beneath.
Bawdry..tawdry thief...
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Baffled..can't they see...squiffy South D in a jiffy downed..
Snaffled..drowned and raffled to the sea..
Don't they care...iffy white caps slaps..won't perhaps spare even sniffy..
Snooty..spiffy St Clair..
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This rain ruckus.. pluvial palaver...
Whichever not whatever...
It totally sucks..
Planet forever in..
Fluvial flummoxed flux..
Tis rather lovely weather..
Though for Dunedin's ducks.."
Categories:
weeing, environment, nature, rain,
Form: Rhyme
I am on this road
I go from place to place
I met people without a word
That usual fashion everyday.
I go to work for a living
A family man I should be
The greatest work is giving
The kindness act from me.
The friends I know along the way
Too soon the time we shared
Are part of life story of yesterday
Life goes on to future God has prepared.
I see clouds over me
That moves across the skies
That are changing freely
Before my very eyes.
I love the sunset
But miss also the sunrise
I carve my name on sand though short sweet
As I wrote poetry as my prize.
I have grown up
Too soon my time will have its course
And wheels of life will soon stop
In weeing hours my energy will have no source.
In this rocking chair my rest is deep
Of hardest work at sea too tired
I hope I met my God in my sleep
Or met my love before I expired.
Categories:
weeing, engagement, faith, inspiration, life,
Form: Rhyme
Nocturia (Rap, Lyric, Crossover)
Ooh! wee!
I've gotsta gets
up and pee
it is the late night's
wee, wee!
i gotsta go and pee-e
can't hold it in
it about to
blow in thee wind
can't hold it back
its about to be
a late night
warm water attack
so grab it
by the swizzle stick
now home it up
and hold it in
till you reach
the late night
watering bin
your inner teeny, weeny
is calling out
to your
inner walls
can fight it
so, off you run
run Forrest run
can't let it out
can't give up
it about
to spray
allover the walls
with your eye
half way shout
your running
like a slow
moving
Three-Toed Sloth
lost in the dark
but you can't
stop now
no! don't give up
emiction is just
a step away
and now weeing
is a look of
satisfaction on your face
aka: lyricvixen
Categories:
weeing, appreciation, blessing, drink, encouraging,
Form: I do not know?
My neighbour’s addicted to Twitter
He’ll tweet when he’s doing a ‘sitter’
When he squats for a dump
He tweets more than Don Trump
No wonder his wife feels so bitter
The whole world knows what Fred is doing
He’s tweeting whilst weeing and poohing
Is nothing sacred
For tweet obsessed Fred
I wonder if divorce is now brewing!
1/16/20
Categories:
weeing, humorous, internet,
Form: Limerick
ooh! wee!
I've gotsta gets
up and pee
it is the late night's
wee, wee!
i gotsta go and pee-e
can't hold it in
it about to
blow in thee wind
can't hold it back
its about to be
a late night
warm water attack
so grab it
by the swizzle stick
now home it up
and hold it in
till you reach
the late night
watering bin
your inner teeny, weeny
is calling out
to your
inner walls
can fight it
so, off you run
run Forrest run
can't let it out
can't give up
it about
to spray
allover the walls
with your eye
half way shout
your running
like a slow
moving
Three-Toed Sloth
lost in the dark
but you can't
stop now
no! don't give up
emiction is just
a step away
and now weeing
is a look of
satisfaction on your face
aka: lyricvixen
Friday, January 3, 2020
Categories:
weeing, dance, funny, giggle, hip
Form: Lyric
Oh dear what can the matter be
It's Rheen the queen needing to wee
How can I just sit with my knickers down
don't think I will be able to balance my crown.
How can a queen pee behind a tree,
With royal butt on show for all to see.
A policeman would run me in
weeing in public is a sin.
But do hurry home the pain is stronger,
am desperate......can't wait much longer.
In future when am out needing the loo
will try and not cause such a hullabaloo
.
penned 5/2/2017
contest named : Oh dear what can the matter be.
run by....Barry Stebbing
Categories:
weeing, fun,
Form: Rhyme