1 Tommy’s little, sure, but he’s getting to that age when he understands a little more picking up things as his parents take him shopping; and hearing and seeing things at home, in the backyard and in the streets
2 but today poor Tommy is caught in class he’s about to explode and he’s controlled it the last hour
“Please, miss,” he has the ***** to say it after all “I need go ****!”
“You’re not going,” says the pedantic Miss, “until you use in a complete sentence the proper English word for your urge: URINATE”
Poor Tommy – he’s got the *****, but does he have the brains?
Tommy thinks hard for a while - one hand on his head one hand on his pants and then he blurts out: *“YOU ARE AN EIGHT and Mrs Smith next door who sunbathes naked in her courtyard LOOKS LIKE A TEN. Now, can I go?”
*...another joke from online, transformed into verse... *listen-watch this poem read by me on youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=**-ZhOSQIsE ...