A Need

Some people confuse wants and needs. This poem is most definitely about a need.

Oh I have a need,

burning inside.

A call I must heed;

a shame I can't hide.

And starting to dance

with urgent gyration,

I grab at my pants

with increasing frustration.

You point to a door,

seeing my need,

but the pool on the floor

means I already peed.

Author's Note

Any feedback is most appreciated! Thanks!

Reviews

[Relic]

hahahaha. Good one. I don't know why this only got 1 review.

[LawrenceRaybon]

Thank you!

[Death's Poet]

When I got to the last stanza I literally laughed out loud. Your poetry from what I have read thus far is beautiful and sweet. I'm especially loving the theme of your daughter. It's very sweet to see a father so doting and affectionate.

This poem is very tongue in cheek and you hit the mark between fun and art.

[LawrenceRaybon]

Thank you for your kind words! My writing pretty much runs the whole gambit of emotions, you just happened upon two of the lighter ones. I prefer writing poems like this one, but realize I can't grow as a writer if I only do one thing. Thank you for the review!