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When nature calls Thou must obey Except when in slumber That just isn’t ok Suddenly you wake And wonder why Until you hear Your bladder cry The sensation creeps in Building in strength You try to ignore it But it won’t relent You turn and twist Willing it to subside But a swell is building Between your thighs With the dam about to burst You yank yourself up Leg it to the loo Entreating the urge to stop Til you’re safely in the bathroom And can finally let go Bleary eyed yet relieved As you allow your *** to flow But your problems aren’t over yet Here’s where the real challenge comes Will you ever get back to sleep Now you bladder has banged it’s drum? It’s 5 am Dawn has started to break You’re no longer in pain But  you’re wide awake! And no amount of counting sheep Can knock you out again And so you curse your bladder For depriving of sleep your brain You lie there staring at the ceiling Lamenting your bad luck Conclude you must admit defeat And reluctantly get up Way too early.
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Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 2:28 PM UTC
Bladders That Go Bump In The Night
When nature calls Thou must obey Except when in slumber That just isn’t ok Suddenly you wake And wonder why Until you hear Your bladder cry The sensation creeps in Building in strength You try to ignore it But it won’t relent You turn and twist Willing it to subside But a swell is building Between your thighs With the dam about to burst You yank yourself up Leg it to the loo Entreating the urge to stop Til you’re safely in the bathroom And can finally let go Bleary eyed yet relieved As you allow your *** to flow But your problems aren’t over yet Here’s where the real challenge comes Will you ever get back to sleep Now you bladder has banged it’s drum? It’s 5 am Dawn has started to break You’re no longer in pain But  you’re wide awake! And no amount of counting sheep Can knock you out again And so you curse your bladder For depriving of sleep your brain You lie there staring at the ceiling Lamenting your bad luck Conclude you must admit defeat And reluctantly get up Way too early.
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Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 2:28 PM UTC
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