{"id":4269,"date":"2022-01-05T08:56:52","date_gmt":"2022-01-05T16:56:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=4269"},"modified":"2022-01-05T08:56:52","modified_gmt":"2022-01-05T16:56:52","slug":"220105","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2022\/01\/05\/220105\/","title":{"rendered":"220105"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/images\/2022\/220105.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p>220105<br \/>\nThree degrees of urination<\/p>\n<p>Woke up this morn, &#8217;twas minus three<br \/>\nGot out of bed to have a pee<br \/>\nThe ice cold floor was such a shock<br \/>\nWarm urine dribbled out my cock<br \/>\nMy feet had frozen to the floor<br \/>\nAs I leaked out a little more<br \/>\nThe trickle turned into a stream<br \/>\nIn panic, I let out a scream<br \/>\nSo in came Linc and Brownie Bear<br \/>\nWhile I wailed in wet underwear<br \/>\nThen Brownie stepped into the piss<br \/>\nIt splashed on Linc who gave a hiss<br \/>\nThe two of them began to fight<br \/>\nWhile I assessed my pissy plight<br \/>\nI heard them roar and bark and howl<br \/>\nAs I reached for the nearest towel<br \/>\nMy feet had warmed &#8211; no longer stuck<br \/>\nI pulled them free of all the muck<br \/>\nInto the shower I did go<br \/>\nAt last the urine ceased its flow<br \/>\nI cleaned the pets, I cleaned the floor<br \/>\nI cleaned myself three times or four<br \/>\nI threw the wet clothes in the bin<br \/>\nWe will not speak of this again!<\/p>\n<button id=\"listenButton1\" class=\"responsivevoice-button\" type=\"button\" value=\"Play\" title=\"ResponsiveVoice Tap to Start\/Stop Speech\"><span>&#128266; Listen to Poem<\/span><\/button>\n        <script>\n            listenButton1.onclick = function(){\n                if(responsiveVoice.isPlaying()){\n                    responsiveVoice.cancel();\n                }else{\n                    responsiveVoice.speak(\"220105 Three degrees of urination Woke up this morn, \\'twas minus three Got out of bed to have a pee The ice cold floor was such a shock Warm urine dribbled out my cock My feet had frozen to the floor As I leaked out a little more The trickle turned into a stream In panic, I let out a scream So in came Linc and Brownie Bear While I wailed in wet underwear Then Brownie stepped into the piss It splashed on Linc who gave a hiss The two of them began to fight While I assessed my pissy plight I heard them roar and bark and howl As I reached for the nearest towel My feet had warmed - no longer stuck I pulled them free of all the muck Into the shower I did go At last the urine ceased its flow I cleaned the pets, I cleaned the floor I cleaned myself three times or four I threw the wet clothes in the bin We will not speak of this again!\", \"US English Male\");\n                }\n            };\n        <\/script>\n    \n\n<div class=\"twitter-share\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/intent\/tweet?via=stickpersonpoet\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>220105 Three degrees of urination Woke up this morn, &#8217;twas minus three Got out of bed to have a pee The ice cold floor was such a shock Warm urine dribbled out my cock My feet had frozen to the floor As I leaked out a little more The trickle turned into a stream In &hellip; 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