Wednesday, April 13, 2011

The Urinal “Lovely Pee”

Ah, the Urinal. Sweet swishing.
White porcelain the backdrop to rusty mineral deposits.
“Just Say No” Your captured audience sprays the message with THC laden evidence. Nancy never the wiser.
Yellow and blue make green, but what of yellow and pinkly fresh deodorized crystallized roundly marketed Bulls Eye.
Hitting the mark, missing the nonexistent lid. Oh happy man, jealous woman.
WAIT! Have to clean that splatter on the tip of the shoe, the back draft on the hand. YUCK and YUMMY.
But what of the wet spot? The uncomfortable quarter size non-shaken drop leftover.
Shake once, okay. Only proper hygiene. But never shaken enough!
Shake twice, little fun; hairy palm secret pleasure. Yum, yum.
Then, the sprinkle on your pants, “what the f__k!” Do I need dippers?
Cover it up with a splash from the sink. Yeah, right! You pissed your pants pissy.
Yet, the experience, the Urinal, all worth it. All mine.
Tall urinals from floor to chest. What a sight!
The torso ones; a torso with a dick cup just for peeing.
The baby ones, Urinals for kids making men out of boys. “That’s my boy. Proud of Ya. For peeing while standing up? Yeah!!!
The Grand Slam of them all, the communal Urinal made of shinny steel with constantly running trickle, trickle sound of tinkle, tinkle water. Sometimes mosquitoes tapping the tip of your spray, shoot em down, no matter how old you are, playing Army with the Urinal. Push it out, let it out, steaming HOT.
A trip or hopping of bars produces the steadiest and most gloriest of Urinal sensations.
Long, hard, metal like piercing power released after tying a yellow ribbon round the tip. OUCH! Simply cross your legs and don’t listen to the taunting, “Visit Niagara Falls” “Want to go for a swim” of your brother.
Quick stop next to your friend even a stranger becoming your friend saying, “How’s it Hanging?”
Opps, caught a glimpse, took a look without wanting to be seen.
One penis to the other, “Lovely day for a pee.”
Nothing beats the Urinal Marvel of plumbing for peeing.
Thank Mister Craper for my genetic ability,
Thank the Urinal standing there awaiting me.

Epilogue or PS
Wait! Hold the hose, stem the tide.
Peeing in the shower, standing up in a Urinal,
What a nice surprise.

7 comments:

M D Jordan said...

an unusual poem that is vastly superior to many poems I read! Keep going.

Brian Miller said...

haha...love it...you take quite a different view...which to me makes this perfect...

Marshy said...

excellent and damn original..great write..cheers pete

Claudia said...

lol - excellent - though i feel a bit like an intruder in a men's domain...smiles

Belinda said...

Ha ha. You know, I've always wondered what that's like. Now I know. Enjoyed your humor. I also really like your blog tagline.

Costis Demos {Ghostdog} said...

haha :) yes , this is a unique read. Much enjoyed it. "White porcelain the backdrop to rusty mineral deposits." hmmm never thought of it that way.

Anonymous said...

lol omw!I felt like I was overhearing male conversation. I was laughing and blushing all at once lol

funny though lol
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