I wee’d in the wilderness, it happened like this:
A very long trek, I needed a piss.
I felt very shy though I was quite alone,
An off-the-track outcrop I chose for my throne.
But no dilly-dally for me on the rocks,
Or else I’d have wees running down to my socks.
So down went my thermals, my knickers to follow
And I squatted neatly right over a hollow.
When stream turned to drops (which took quite a while,
The river beneath me resembled the Nile),
There came a stiff breeze rising over the gums;
It blew through the bracken and in my front bum.
Yes up my bajingo by crikey it blew,
With a little caress on my bottom hole too.
And oh! what a feeling, what bliss, what delight!
My flaps were a-flapping, I almost took flight.
A fair dinkum blow-job from Mother Nature this day
(Which likely explains why I’m feeling so gay).
The moral of this story (pay heed if you dare)
Is bring out your ‘jynies, they need some fresh air.
Categories: Stories & Poems
Tags: poetry, silly, toilet humour
amazing.. you are a talented writer.. 🙂
Very amusing ! Thank you for a good laugh.
Have a nice day.
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