Poetry Thursday

 

It is Thursday which means the Two Spoiled Cats have provided another photo to inspire our poetic muse

Tim had to pee

But store managers would not let him as much as he did plea

He had no money and needed somewhere to pee for free.

He couldn’t even slip behind a tree.

He ran into a restaurant and said please help me

I really got to pee

And was told to feel free

And was given the bathroom key

He opened the bathroom door in glee

And then saw what was surely a crime to humanity

At the risk of hyperbole

The urinals were blocked off relieving himself was far from a fait accompli.

Tim went back to the manager with a plea

Take down the wall so he could wee

“I can’t do that, I am sorry we don’t agree

You see customers made a mess so the wall makes a clean urinal is a guarantee

Tim hurried back in the bathroom like a desperate banshee 

He had an inspiration that would relieve him of pee

He watched the NBA and liked shots from the three

And he was going to pee high over the wall like a desperate show by Steph Curry

Over the wall and into the urinal went his wee

But there was something he could not foresee

His pee lost pressure and splashed against the wall making him soaked like he got stuck in a rain storm in Hawaii

When he walked back outside the manager gave him a towel and said he could use the shower for a small fee