Lads Pissing

I wrote a short silly poem on twitter. I hope to make a second one in this series soon if people like it.

Every man might drink too much at work.
Their bladder's filled, and they suddenly smirk.
I'm caught short, and what should I do?
I just can't run and release it in the loo.

A handsome baker has too many orders.
He regrets drinking that glass of water.
He squirms and pushes his cake in the oven.
He heads to the toilet, but the door cannot be opened.

He's kneading the dough, distracting himself.
He needs some milk, eggs, and what else?
Suddenly he can feel the hot liquid.
Pouring the milk, he squirms and has to grab it.

The toilet's still locked, and he starts to leak.
What should he do? The bladder's at its peak.
As nobody's around, the jug's gonna work.
He unzips and releases. It is such a perk!

The golden streams gushes out non-stop.
Sighing, he's going to need a mop.
He fills the jug quickly with yellow hot piss.
The jug's overflowing, and he's in such a bliss.

"Hey man," a friend walks in as he's peeing.
He said, "It's an accident; what you're seeing."
"It's all right," his friend says; he's very nice.
"It's fine, man. I've done that twice."