I need to pee!

Please, please, leave me be,

I really, really, need to pee!

Discussing treatment is what she,

Is doing to prevent me pee!

I need to pee, I need to go,

Not something she needs to know!

I need to go, really bad!

But with her here, I just can’t!

She needs to go, she needs to leave!

I need to feel that sweet relief,

That an empty bladder brings,

Asking questions, simple things,

To aid recovery from my woe,

All the while I need to go!

She doesn’t get me sitting there,

Compromises my underwear!

Amongst the questions that she asks,

Can’t focus on another task!

Than seeing the white porcelain seat!

She then produces a work sheet,

Somehow, I struggle through!

Desperately, I need the loo!

Finally, through the door she pushes.

I sit down, the urine gushes.

Out of my body, what a relief!

Finally free with the belief,

That if I had waited one second more,

I would have pee’d on the floor!

Damage averted, pants are dry!

I really needed to pee, oh my!