Sunday Snoozin'
Ya Cruisin for a Bruisin'?!
Lying here in bed,
don't wanna move; just wanna snooze.
But my bladder protests, and says,
"Unless you want more work on this day of rest
get yer butt to the ladies room post haste, lest your bladder explodes!"
Besides, it seems you're already training for the Olympics of incontinence products, but I assure you, those products do not bode well for your attire!
So, get your saggy butt right outta bed!
Get your coffee and maybe some peace and quiet,
until Papa Bear comes down the stairs to assault your ears
and weary mind with constant chatter!
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