A Stream Down His Leg

There once was a man

oversampled his keg,

he sat up with a start

a stream down his leg.

Afraid to move

he sat there frozen,

good or bad

neither word chosen.

Increasingly uncertain

searching every cell,

his only thought

What the Hell!

Was it something he ate

or maybe he drank,

his thoughts searched

surely not a prank.

To what degree

how much to take,

at least he found

it wasn’t a snake.

He was in a park

sitting upon a bench,

needing more info to

identify the stench.

So there he sat

what to do,

now feeling wet

inside his shoe.

Deciding to sit

for over an hour,

while his thoughts

continued to sour.

Oh dear lord

it just can’t be,

the question arose

please not pee.

It became worse

his socks now soggy,

memory becoming

ever more foggy.

He could take it no more

he finally stood,

so very embarrassed

wishing something good.

Then something fell

bouncing on the ground,

an empty plastic

with a hollow sound.

A light came on

inside his head,

now relieved with

nothing to dread.

A bottle of water

bought in town,

put in his pocket

but upside down.

Now to walk with

no one to glance,

for all to see

his very wet pants.

Gary R. Cramer

April 18, 2022

It’s tax day what do you expect?