It was a quarter to four in the morning,
There was a familiar stir in my loin.
It was an erection!
Could it be?
I woke up my wife to tell her the great news!
She told me to"get busy."
I did what I was instructed.
A minute went by, and nothing;
Did I forget how?
I laid down, only to find out I had to piss.
The erection was gone, and it left me saying,
To all male M.S. sufferers,
Beware of the four a.m. boner!
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