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POEM - 4: THE WEE SMALL HOURS

In the middle of the night, last night, I got up to pee

  I would have turned the light on, so that I could see.

   But I knew that that would wake you,

    So I struggled in the dark,

   And hoped that in the wee small hours

  I’d be roughly on the mark.


                      Though I aimed to keep things tidy

              There was no guarantee

      For my wee in the wee small hours

Was a shot in the dark you see.


I knew that you’d be really mad

And I’d get it in the neck,

If last night’s shot had missed the pot

And gone and hit the deck.


But you haven’t got to curse and shout

The target was well struck

I wouldn’t say it was never in doubt,

But I would say, “urine luck.”