4737 posts 12/5/2013 5:09 am
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12/15/2013 12:36 am
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Railway Station Desperation
About to go Clapham Junction
She had that urge, that body function.
So off she went to have a wee,
But needed change of 30p.
She tried to stop the passers-by,
But none would help! “Oh why? Oh why?”
Our heroine asked, in her plight,
As her bladder became tight.
And then she thought, “Oh gosh! Oh golly!
I’ll crouch behind that baggage trolley!
It won’t be much – I’m only likkle,
I’m sure I’ll only make a trickle.”
She sneaked into that secret place
And hoped she could avoid disgrace.
Things became then quite abhorrent –
Not a trickle but a torrent,
Rolling like the Amazon,
Twenty feet down Platform One.
Sunlight reflected off the stream
Blinded a copper with its gleam.
He went to her, said, “Well, well well!”
Escorted her to a police cell.
He said, “Ma’am, you have been naughty,
But I’m a little watersporty.”
Thanks to that chance digression
There was no need for a confession.
The moral of my tale is this,
Always have the change to piss,
If apprehended by the law
You may need to pee some more.
I know this is a deeply dodgy moral, but I had to to round off this yarn somehow!
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41171 posts 12/5/2013 8:36 am |
Are you sure she only wanted a wee?  
warmandsexy52 replies on 12/7/2013 12:00 am:
I always have sought to see the better part of people. 
Do you think she saw the copper coming? 
And did she know about his particular peccadillo?
Hmmmmm! The plot thickens! 
warm xx
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