Having recently passed my three-score-years, I find that nocturnal bladder-relief is my nightly burden. I creep out of bed, using my watch illumination as a guide and cross the ancient creaking floorboards to the bathroom. Sometimes I’m more ninja-successful than others…
The elderly slippered-ninja makes his way,
Across the landing before break of day.
Alone towards the toilet creeping like a mouse,
To avoid awakening others in the house!
He knows each floorboard that creaks or groans,
Avoids going to stay in other people’s homes,
On the way back to bed a ghost like screeching,
The dogs squeaky toy destroys best ninja creeping!
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