John Masefield Has Prostate Trouble

 

I must go down for a wee again, to the lonely porcelain bowl,
And all I ask is a strong stream and the aim to strike my goal;
And a quick shake and a tuck-in and a clean hand-washing,
And not to wake the wife up with my pre-dawn flushing.

I must get out of bed again, for the pressure calls inside
And my sloshy old sack of a bladder just will not be denied;
And all I ask is a quick slash with the light off, and away
And a simple shuffle back to bed, and a warm duvet.

I must to the GP again for a prescription of some kind
A pill or op or poultice, make my streaming more streamlined;
And all I ask is a few hours of uninterrupted snooze
And a good sleep, and a lie-in, and no midnight loos.