A Wee Poem

I was lying there cozy-warm, dripping,
enthralled with a poem so gripping
'bout the joy of relief. . .
that it's beyond belief
I'd awakened wet-sheet skinny-dipping!

(Well, I've done that before!) Dawned this picture
full-blown . . . and in limerick stricture!
. . . as I woke up today.
Guess it's write-all-night pay?
Haven't wee-morning-hour-writes e'er tripped yer . . .

[Can I say it aloud? Too offensive?
Would my sharing it be too expensive?
Will no beauty they see
in the thrill of a wee?
Is their free-verse that all-comprehensive?]

There! I've SAID it! Now, what are you thinking?
Send me off to the show'rs? Say, "It's stinking!"?
I don't care . . . if you laugh!
Poke me back. [Please don't gaff!]
Do you think this old mind needs un-kinking?

M Lee Dickens' son 2004