My Saturday (a poem)

We went to our neighborhood Pig Roast on Saturday. It was a lovely event and I would have enjoyed myself more if I wasn’t so stressed about the following…

We were going to a party

where there’d be lots to do

so I asked darling Ana

to go pee and to go poo.

;

She refused my request

and walked out the door

when we got to the party

I asked her some more.

;

In line for the bungee

she said she was fine

but I knew she hadn’t pottied

in such a long time.

Next was the moonbounce

and I begged her to wee

her look said “you asshole,

I don’t have to pee!”

Waiting for face painting

I bribed her to go

but she glared at the cookie

and shook her head “NO”

(bitch)

When I finally gave up,

’cause she just wouldn’t piss,

I heard a tinkling sound

and sadly saw this…

The End.

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