Let me tell you what happened when I had to go outside I'm afraid my Mom is losing it I'm thinking I should hide I got up as usual went out to do my thing And there was Mom with a little bowl What a ding-a-ling!
I kept staring at her wondering what she had in mind And everytime I looked at her she was watching my behind
I really wanted my privacy because I had to go But she kept stalking after me as if Inspector Clouseau
I couldn't hold it any more and finally had to pee Damned if Mom didn't take the bowl and shove it under me
It seemed to please her very much as if she'd won a prize But who am I to argue when "that" look is in her eyes
What I don't understand is why she wanted that stuff And why she had to save it when there's always more than enough
Maybe the stress of the season is finally taking its toll So just wanted to warn the rest of you watch out when they get that bowl
by Tasha Hamilton
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