Sandy Supposes....

The Bully Bladder

PROMPT November 11th

You are desperate to use the bathroom. But, you share this with several others. It's down the hall (waaaay down the hall), and it's cold despite the heat being set to the 'normal' temperature. Being an older person, your legs and ability to hold it ain't what it used to be. How do you handle this dire situation?

         

         

         

         I gasp and shiver as my feet hit the floor.

         I rub my eyes as I lurch toward the door.

         The bladder that woke me a moment before

         signals a battered floodgate strained to its core.

         

         The kegels I crunched to strengthen my muscle

         wave a red hot flag to hurry my hustle.

         My knees bawk, groan, creak, irked by the kerfuffle.

         They spasm and jerk, each step a slow, stiff shuffle.

         

         The walker frame squeaks as I wince, huff and puff.

         I push-propel myself past obstacle stuff.

         My new knee squawks at this arduous trek rough,

         but my bully bladder demands it, blunt, gruff.

         

         I can almost taste it, it pounds in my ears.

         Those two cups of tea haunt me, dribbles I fear.

         My midnight mission, frantic foray is clear.

         Do not delay, imminent release is near.

         

         At long last the once distant bathroom beckons.

         blessed relief is at hand, few more seconds.

         A blur breezes past and a shrill voice sprechens,

         "You're not quite there yet, I have time I reckon."

         

         ( sprechen is German for speak and it rhymes with beckon and reckon... 'spreckens' ) 20 lines, 248 words