A poem by Beverly Stock.
With my laughter, a squirt of glee
Laughing out loud, did I just wee?
Don’t need many, just two or three
Adult disposables, here I come.
My pants, now stained, are apricot
I try to dry the one dark spot
And try to camouflage the blot
Adult disposables, here I come.
Just as I am, about to spout,
With continuous laughter, I’m in doubt,
Fingers crossed. Breath in, breath out,
Adult disposables, here I come.
I giggle on, a bit more wet,
An ugly feeling, you can bet,
Just how many should I get?
Adult disposables, here I come.
Darned aging parts betraying me,
I head for aisles marked ‘Pharmacy”
My coupon affords a remedy.
Adult disposables, here I come.
Beverly Stock is an American poet living in St. Louis. Her work has been published on ClassicalPoets.org, at theChainedMuse.com, on Persimmontree.Org, and on the Webzine Lighten Up Online.
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© 2019 Beverly Stock
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