skip to the lieu
or run my friend
waiting causes folly

you must sit and wait it out
and ride it
like a trolley

business done
is best when dressed
in loosely worn wardrobe

comfort found
upon your throne
is in your own abode

now when staying
at my baby’s place
its always on my mind

to worry of
the smell that comes
from my very own behind

with the door shut
how do I hide
the stench that might leak out

from under the seat
caused from red meat
or dogs ‘n sauerkraut

in desperate search
both high and low
for a can of glade

I must hide
this nasal poison
if I want to still get laid

Copyright © 2007 Ronald J. Edwards