To pee, or not to pee, that is the question:Whether ’tis nobler in the loins to sufferThe leaks and soiling of incontinent fortune,Or to pad up against a sea of troubles,And by opposing end them? To poo – to wet,No more; and by wetting to say we endThe heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocksThat wetting…
Category: Bad Poetry
Roses are redViolets are blueI’ll change your diaperwhen you’ve had a poo