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220105
\nThree degrees of urination<\/p>\n

Woke up this morn, ’twas minus three
\nGot out of bed to have a pee
\nThe ice cold floor was such a shock
\nWarm urine dribbled out my cock
\nMy feet had frozen to the floor
\nAs I leaked out a little more
\nThe trickle turned into a stream
\nIn panic, I let out a scream
\nSo in came Linc and Brownie Bear
\nWhile I wailed in wet underwear
\nThen Brownie stepped into the piss
\nIt splashed on Linc who gave a hiss
\nThe two of them began to fight
\nWhile I assessed my pissy plight
\nI heard them roar and bark and howl
\nAs I reached for the nearest towel
\nMy feet had warmed – no longer stuck
\nI pulled them free of all the muck
\nInto the shower I did go
\nAt last the urine ceased its flow
\nI cleaned the pets, I cleaned the floor
\nI cleaned myself three times or four
\nI threw the wet clothes in the bin
\nWe will not speak of this again!<\/p>\n