Thursday, May 13, 2010

Now That's Not Convenient

Where did the toilet go?
I really need to know!
Rather poorly timed I'd say
To up itself and walk away.
Right when I've got an urge to pee
The toilet bowl decides to flee!
Something's wrong, I do declare
Wish I had the time to stare,
But off I must to seek a place
Where I might find some bladder grace.


Katherine said...

Ok Mr Picklesworth ... you must have abused the toilet in some terrible way for it to have got up & rum away. But look there on the ground you;ll see
A hole that big enough to pee!!
Funny Mr Picklesworth!!!

irene said...

I sit. I sweat. I can wait no longer. There is no outlet for my impatience. My insides burn, the pressure builds, the gates start to tighten. Patience is a virtue they say but in this case it is the cross I must bear. Pain. Agony. The unbearable twisting of my insides. How much longer must I wait? The river starts to trickle then becomes a warm gentle stream. Release. Relief. Oh my gosh! Embarassment!

OMG! I LOVE you Mr Picklesworth!

ArtformTheHeart* said...


W.B. Picklesworth said...

K, I did not abuse the toilet! It was quite clearly a case of water closet naughtiness.

Irene, your enthusiasm just bursts.

A, thanks.