Ode to A Good Pee
I was in class
taking notes.
I felt the urge slowly build,
a tingling weight.
I held it,
sitting there.
I held it,
standing on the bus
swaying from side to side.
I held it on the walk
back to my dorm.
Dropped my bag and my coat
and headed for the Little Timmy’s Room.
The sink,
I washed my hands in.
Standing on the bus
makes one’s hand’s dirty.
Dirty I will not make
my little organ.
I entered the stall
and said hello to Mr. Toilet.
“Hello, Timmy.”
It said to me.
“Are you going to pee in me?”
I smiled at the upcoming transaction.
“Yes, I am going to pee!”
I fished in my fly,
catching a small squishy phallus between my fingers.
Mr. Toilet blushed,
even though I’ve exposed myself before.
“I can see your dinkie!”
I playfully wiggled my dinkie.
Pausing momentarily
to admire the soft appendage protuding.
Aiming steadily,
A fountain of clear liquid
diving gracefully into the water below.
Bubbles diverting in either direction.
An orchestra to my ears.
A joyful sigh,
a reprieve,
relieving built up pressure.
Tingling fuzzy sensation,
a waterslide down my urethra.
The final drops
breaking the surface of the water below,
an encore.
Milking the hidden drops out,
dabbing the tip with a bit of toilet paper.
A clean penis is a happy penis.
Retracting my diddley back into my pants,
zipping up my fly.
A casual foot on the flusher,
Mr. Toilet gargles and swallows
the product of my joy.
I depart without further thought.
I love a good pee.
And this pee, I shall remember.
In case anybody was wondering, the seat on the pisser is always up. So I never have to kick it up. (Well, usually. I said kick it up for a reason. If it ever falls down, I more often than not just use my foot to kick it back up.) And. I still think we should wash our hands BEFORE touching ourselves downstairs. Our hands come in contact with far more germs during the day than our genitalia will magically produce all by itself.
I could have written this entry “normally”, but eh, I couldn’t help myself. *giggles* The things I think of when I’m walking back to the dorm.
it humors me that you can use such technical terms such as fellatio, but you refer to your penis as dinkie.
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hhahhhahahahha thats hilarious! hurrah ~
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youre a funny kid 🙂
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YOu know…I don’t think I’ve ever read a poem about peeing before. :-p Very original. Glad you enjoyed your pee, Timmy. 😉
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I LOVED IT that was amazing
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I nominated someone for RC earlier today…or this entry would have received it. I agree with you about germs we bring to our peenies, vs. FROM our peenies. RYN: dang, now I’m wishing you HAD taken the undies.
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I’m excitedly awaiting the next installment, ‘Ode to a Bad Pee,’ so I can compare/contrast them. But hey, peeing. I think this is the first time I remember reading an entry about it, even from you (?). Heh.
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I really like this entry. Does that make me perverted?
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Right on, Germaphobe! ;oD Funny poem.
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