Golly gee
Got to pee
always, always
Got to pee.
Could it be?
Two cups of tea,
Before I sleep,
To comfort me?
I just know
She'll be there,
Flowing gown
And tangled hair-
With a very, scary face-
With an empty, stone like stare-
Do I dare?
Next I know,
I am fleeing-
Have to, cause
I know I'm peeing-
Flying, racing
Fairly fleeting-
My poor heart
So loudly beating.
Only moonbeams
Here and there-
Only quiet
Greets my scare.
Next you know,
I'm back in bed.
Covers quickly
On my head.
Safe from my
Imagined fright-
Waiting for
A chance next night.
