A Thanksgiving poem for all.
Morning wood
Morning wood my inconvenient friend,
Morning wood you woke me up again,
Morning wood fronting like a kickstand,
Morning wood oft held by groggy hand,
Morning wood I steady for a wee.
on the floor. on the bowl. please don't land on me!
Morning wood born from a bladder full,
Morning wood my friend, my favorite tool.
By John Kirby
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 5:48 PM UTC