Here's my poetry thread where I write what's going through my mind and stuff. This poem brings back memories, and I hope you feel some sort of nostalgia from it or something.

Fresh Lemonade

Hark, the day’s done, what a wonderful night
Mere seconds ago I was part of a fight
Not with a person, no something much worse
I was dueling my bladder, which wasn’t a first

Now that it’s over, I’m certainly free
My pants are unzipped and I’m able to pee
No outhouse, no toilet, no can, and no John
Just letting it leak down the front of my lawn

Oh what an experience, peeing outdoors
It’s better than streaking while doing your chores
If my house had plumbing, I’d do it inside
Then again, maybe not, I would lose all my pride

The wind on bare skin is quite the sensation
The cold of winter, a freezing elation
I would do it all day, no doubt about
If only my bladder didn’t run out

Busy cars frequently pass by my home
I just stand and wave from behind my lawn gnome
I know it may sound somewhat mildly creepy
But give it a try and let flow your gold wee-wee

When it’s all over, I zip up and leave
I have no paper, so use a big leaf
If some freak is watching, I wave to the rotter
Then walk back inside for a tall glass of water

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