Oh great! I just sat down ready to write,
And guess what? Yes, I need a toilet break.
Just hold that thought. My bladder’s getting tight,
And soon I could be sitting in a lake.
Beethoven, did you know, managed to make
Such freely flowing music by the use
Of chamber pot under piano. Shake
That thing, Ludwig, and return to your muse.
I’m serious, I don’t seek to amuse.
To capture airy fantasies in flight,
Cut out the interruptions, for God’s sake!
When all is down on paper, then you’re loose.
This incontinent sonnet’s full of shite;
I should write about love - but I’m no fake!
Tue 8 May 2007
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