A Mom’s Plea to Her Son: Please Aim When You Pee

Little boy, little boy its shaped like a hose,

So why don’t you control where the stinking pee goes?

I’m tired of the stink, I have to complain.

Please little boy why can’t you fricking aim.

You’ve sprinkled the walls, the sink, the floor

Son of mine, mom can’t take anymore.

There’s a yellowish dribble stuck to the side.

Why can’t you just aim it and pee-pee inside?

And please don’t leave the damn toilet seat up

So I don’t feel like I’ve sat my ass in a cup

And don’t pee on the seat, it’s not very fun

To have someone else’s warm pee stuck to your buns.

So please hold your penis, I know you are tight

I see you with your hand down your pants day and night.

#comedy#motherofsons