For years Charlie has teased me about how often I go to the bathroom. But nature (and age) have finally caught up with him. Charlie has come to realize what the Women Who Run With the Moose have known all along: if you got a chance to go, go! You never know when the next bathroom opportunity will present itself. Our motto is: Carpe pee-um!
Here’s his latest.
Sir Leak-alot
You need things like beer
And coffee to live
But liquid goes through me
As if I’m a sieve
Of course that is why,
Wherever I am,
I’m always the guy
Looking out for the can
Restrooms, yup, they’re
What I seek alot
That’s why the fellas
Call me “Sir Leak-alot”
I can take that,
I don’t really mind,
I may leak alot
But they’re not far behind!
Nor are the gals
(Won’t name any names)
The plumbing is different,
The panic’s the same
I hate it when you
Find yourself in a pickle
And holding it in
Just shy of a trickle
Or how ’bout whenever
You’re out on the road,
And feeling like you
Are about to explode?
Quick! Stop the car!
Get out and flee!
And hope that the door
Does not need a key!
Things can get tense
And if you’re stuck in traffic
With no range extender,
It can be tragic
Excuse me a minute,
Nothing’s the matter,
I just hear the call
Of an elderly bladder
I love this guy! That’s it for now. Catch you on the flip side.
Hear Ida Tell It: Carpe pee-um!