An old man got up in the middle of the night
His bladder signaled he must take flight
He tripped along the way
On the floor he did stay
He grimaced in pain
His rush was in vain
His pants he did soak
His hip he had broke
An ambulance took him away
He was in surgery later that day
The operation seemed to go well
It was in fact too soon to tell
For the patient just faded away
Gone to heaven the very next day
If there's a moral here
Let me be very clear
It's better to moisten your pants
Than to end up on the floor
Then to be carried out the door
End up on a surgical table
Like the old man in this fable
Copyright Bill Weber 2006-2019 and beyond.
His bladder signaled he must take flight
He tripped along the way
On the floor he did stay
He grimaced in pain
His rush was in vain
His pants he did soak
His hip he had broke
An ambulance took him away
He was in surgery later that day
The operation seemed to go well
It was in fact too soon to tell
For the patient just faded away
Gone to heaven the very next day
If there's a moral here
Let me be very clear
It's better to moisten your pants
Than to end up on the floor
Then to be carried out the door
End up on a surgical table
Like the old man in this fable
Copyright Bill Weber 2006-2019 and beyond.
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