The Piddlers Lament

I'm piddl'n and paus'n and paus'n and piddl'n
And then I'm a-paus'n once more
It's three in the morn'n, I'll be back before dawn'n
And I'll walk that cold lavat'ry floor

It's every two hours, these piddl'n wee showers
Get me up and roused out of my bed
First it's one, then it's three, then it's five that I pee
I should be a-sleep'n instead

I'm there in the dark, at this ev'ry night lark
A-piddl'n and paus'n and curs'n
I can't sleep hours eight, or even sleep late
Like a normally piddl'n person

Too late now I know, for long and smooth flow
When old prostate's all swollen and knotty
'twould be for the best if they cut out the pest
And I slept - 'stead of piddl'n - int' potty

Now doctor's the man, to say if he can
"There are steps which right now can be taken"
And to make things work proper, he'll plumb me with copper
Then I'll sleep the night through, 'fore I'll waken.

Copyright; John Rogers