A man of fifty years or better
Approaches the porcelain bowl
Looks down to see his feet
He must now lean forward at such extreme
So as to allow him to see his toes
Just his toes
And when he does
Everything
From his chest to his feet
Including his knees
Are hidden from view
By his large and bloated belly
This means
When he wishes to relieve himself
He must take a seat to the methods
Once used as a youth
Or blindly take aim
From memory
Complicated too by a shaky hand
And a weak stream to fire
At what is now
A much smaller target than before.....
What with the bad eyes and all.....
2007 © T Sheridan
Ted Sheridan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/women-know-that-old-men-have-a-bad-aim/
