Morning Glory
Sometimes men have problems too 😉
I have this little problem, It happens every day. First thing in the morning, I think it wants to play.
Its almost like I’m camping, The quilt becomes a tent. Though sometimes I do wonder, If the poles a little bent.
Throwing off the heavy quilt, Ooohhh I built a mast! Standing there as proud as punch, Wonder how long it’ll last?
A minute or two of thinking, What should I be doing next? The wife is still fast asleep, So wont be having sex.
I have to get to the bathroom, I really need a wee. Jump out bed, dressing gown on, A gauntlet run for me.
Down the stairs and through the house, Haven’t got time to sneak. Carrying myself awkwardly, So no one gets a peek.
©MartinRushton 2020
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