A poem

[Country Man 74]

I think that I shall never see

Liquid so lovely as your pee;

A pee that hides in dark all day

'Til from its orb comes forth to play;

A pee that may in Summer teach

The joy of pissing at the beach;

And during Winter's chilly shiver

Stays hid until the desperate quiver;

Your lover's thirsty mouth doth dream

Of thy sweet amber flowing stream;

On my bosom it makes rain

As warm drops from your kitty drain;

Poems are made by fools like me

But only you bathe me with pee.

With sincere apologies to Joyce Kilmer