76 – The Wee Small Hours

Poem number 76
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The Wee Small Hours
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The wee emerges from my dick
It travels at a frightful lick
To hurl itself at the urinal
Cascades down and then a final
Gurgle, as it drains away
The wee is gone! Hip hip hooray!
The chore is done. My night’s my own
Until another hour has flown
And brought me back again, to here
To wee away the pints of beer
‘Twas ever thus, is ever this
Another round, another piss.

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