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Just for a Laugh

Poetry By: benawriter

Recalling a circumstance when a stray pubic hair got stuck in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Submitted:Feb 16, 2013    Reads: 165    Comments: 6    Likes: 4   

Just For a Laugh

The other night while at my lover's,

We got naked under the covers,

And we were both expecting some intercourse.

But when I got up she asked, "What's the matter?"

And I said, "Sorry, but I've got a full bladder,

And I need to go "see a man about a horse."

Her bathroom was pretty and smelled so sweet,

It made me feel macho when I put up the seat,

And the tiles under my feet made me cold.

But a drop of something still in its place,

Was holding a hair in the same space,

And a terrible disaster was about to unfold.

As I relaxed and let the flow begin,

The mighty stream suddenly had a twin,

And neither was aimed inside the rim.

I stepped back in horror and started to curse,

And shaking the damn thing only made it worse,

And the prospect of sex now seemed grim.

It wouldn't stop flowing though I tried to squeeze,

I stood there helpless whimpering "Please?"

And I was shuddering, filled with shame.

When the flow had finally diminished,

In more ways than one I knew I was finished,

For there was nobody else that I could blame.

I left the mess all over the floor,

And when I opened the bathroom door,

She was on top of the bed softly humming.

With opened arms she said "Come make me smile."

And I said, "Well, It might take a while,

Because you've got a nasty leak in your plumbing."

She pulled me close and said "It can wait."

But I said "You shouldn't hesitate,

Because repairs could cost you serious coins."

Her grip on my hands was firm and steady,

She said, "You don't understand: I'M READY!"

And I felt a strange tightening in my loins.

It needed to be done and I knew I would rue it,

But in a weak moment I volunteered to do it,

Because I just couldn't bring myself to confess.

So she gave me a bucket of soapy water,

And a new mop her Mother had bought her,

And in no time I had cleaned up the whole damn mess.

When I was done she called me her hero,

And the chance of sex jumped up from zero,

And soon we were in bed, back on track.

She was so ready and it felt so nice,

She wiggled and hollered and got there twice,

And left fingernail scratches all down my back.

So I guess that the moral from my little story,

Is: If you've got guts, you can have the glory,

And here are some other words of advice from me:

This may sound stupid or even silly,

But always make sure you shake your Willy,

If you're at your lover's house and you have to pee.


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