Paula wrote two very excellent sonnets for me. I'm putting up this one first, because it's about pee, and is, I think, precisely what we need on a Wednesday morning. Bonus points for making a rhyme out of "ass."
Ode to a Commode
She asks for prose that makes her crow and squirt
She thumbs her nose at toilet and bidet
The one who makes her tinkle gets a shirt
So who the heck is Robert anyway?
To put a lady’s bladder to the test
Is something I find freakish, coarse, and crass
But still I’m gonna do my mortal best
To drench good Moonrat’s literary ass
The measure of this task is if it sends
One pee-soaked Moonrat out for some Depends
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LMAO!!!!
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