Inevitable

Three Limericks together must make for both poetry and story, don't they? Well, please enjoy anyway.

Oh, a light is on in the kitchen;

S'not a glow coming off the outdoor lichen.

I really do hope,

S'not fire on my dope.

But only pray it's my roomie checking its condition.

So, to the kitchen, I did swagger,

Laugh all ya want, I didn't once stagger.

Finding the light on,

I headed to the john,

To release the pressure of the earlier Jaeger.

But to my annoyance, given the stones I'd been passing of late,

T'was only a trickle at first before it would come later at a much greater rate.

Oh, the joy, the joy,

But it was just a decoy,

Until that fateful moment, a large stone chose to pass, in its jagged dagger state.

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