The first appointment of the day
I picked up Eric on the way
Ambling up to the renter’s door
I had some business to do before
So ducked behind the garden shed
Trying not to turn too red
Fluid dynamics prompted this:
I had to take a wicked piss!
Meanwhile, hack at the branch;
no curious quasi-rural bumpkins
peered out the overarching domicile’s
second story window to inspect,
suspect, reject or inject opinions as to my
furtive behind-the-shed drainage activities.
We chattered merrily during the ride
Over fallen leaves we’d slide
Heading to a familiar haunt
Up to swanky Charlemont!