My legs are crossed,
‘Till I sprint to the loo –
Hoping to get there in time;
It’s a pain to pee
But it wouldn’t be me
Without this odd infection.

Elastic leggings are handy
When you’ve drunk
An ocean or two,
It makes you pee more
But there’s less on the floor
To mop up in the morning!

She’s not a friend,
By any means,
In fact, the less I see her,
The better –
Believe me, there are days
I wish I’d never met her!

I’ve built up resistance
To my favoured antibiotic,
If a new one’s not found
I’m destined to be
The old lady who pees
And goes a tad psychotic!

(c) wordz2Go January 2020