I rise from my bunk with the morning sun my mind on the day to come. I'm battered and bruised and it’s tough to move this old body is surely through.
I stretch out the kinks And listen to the creaks. But the day will not wait for me So up I go to start my show Oh, no, I gotta pee.
As I move across the room, I reach down to scratch an itch I pause for a moment, I can barely hold it and scream 'What a Son-of-a-B***h!' --
Feel as I might I can't figure it right Something seems out of place. Where once had hung my eternal pride was now just an empty space
Search as I might it was nowhere in sight that appendage that had brought so much joy. With a panicked face, I began to pace my mind on the women I had loved; Jackie and Judy, Meredith and Trudy, I cried like a mourning dove.
When all at once I had a thought and down the hall, I ran Oh, what I sight hanging there on the right The thermostat showed it clear. All of my surly angst and worry there was never anything to fear.
As I stood in the hall and stared at the wall, I felt a little silly All my fears washed away in an instant -- It was only a wee bit chilly.
Very fun & uninhibited & honest. Even tho I kinda suspected what was "coming" in the finale, I still enjoyed the way your poem meandered thru all the frantic mental gyrations unique to the male gender, before finally revealing the source of your "problem" *smile* . . . Missing the morning woody, are ya?
Nice little dig at the end, haha, I'm not that old...yet. Funny thing is, I wrote this months ago .. read moreNice little dig at the end, haha, I'm not that old...yet. Funny thing is, I wrote this months ago after one of your comments on one of my first poems. You said you expected something about male shrinkage and this popped out of my head. Hope it gave you a chuckle.
ahahahaha! laughed the whole way through ...nothing more distressing than the Captain gone AWOL ... i hope no one was playing a dirty trick on ya ..turning the thermo down ;)
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Very fun & uninhibited & honest. Even tho I kinda suspected what was "coming" in the finale, I still enjoyed the way your poem meandered thru all the frantic mental gyrations unique to the male gender, before finally revealing the source of your "problem" *smile* . . . Missing the morning woody, are ya?
Nice little dig at the end, haha, I'm not that old...yet. Funny thing is, I wrote this months ago .. read moreNice little dig at the end, haha, I'm not that old...yet. Funny thing is, I wrote this months ago after one of your comments on one of my first poems. You said you expected something about male shrinkage and this popped out of my head. Hope it gave you a chuckle.
I got a good laugh when I read that last stanza. I was confused as to what had happened to our lovely narrator, so my interest was held until the end. I love the double entendre in the title.
Glad this gave you a laugh. I wrote this back in the winter after my heat had quit working one nigh.. read moreGlad this gave you a laugh. I wrote this back in the winter after my heat had quit working one night. I figured most men could relate.