Waking up in poop,
oh yes you see
Is certainly not
a morning thrill for me
I thought this happenstance,
was yes long long gone
It is not since a very young child,
did this yes go on
Go on the sheets and the quilt
‘oh whee’
Again I must say,
is not a thrill for me
A seasoned citizen,
oh yes I have become
But this of course is a ‘season’
that could have travelled on
Older and wiser,
I am supposed to be
But not pooping in my bed, do I want happening again for me
An old fart I have been called
Yes once but not thrice ever again do I want to see
But now a old poop certainly is not a very nice name for me
The joys of eldership?
This one I want to not occur again
I guess rubber pants I must have from amazon scent oops this old poop used the wrong word back there
And no more incidents like this,
I hope ever again dares.
My love tried to joke with me about it in the early morning light
I hope I find the answer to have my bowels hold tight
Again the ‘THIS JOY’ of elder (ship)
I want to travel on ,
And not appear unwantingly at night when I am snoring till the early morning dawn
BY RGAI
