Skip to the lieu
or run my friend,
waiting causes folly.

You must sit and wait it out,
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.

I 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?

A 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