Once upon a midnight dreary,
As I pondered, weak and weary,
Poised to seize the porcelain pail,
My screen lit up: “You’ve got mail!”
Emily, from LA, reports a hot new tube,
In Dallas, Steve found a sale on lube:
An old barn, concealing a chamber pot,
From my good friends, Phil and Dot –
Emily’s now into enemas (cyber)
Unlike the Romans, (on banks of Tiber):
A lot of notes from Backdoor-Delights,
Helps most folks pass lonely nights.
I feel a load myself, but it’s stuck–
(I once used a vacuum – what a suck,)
So down with bag, nozzle and hose,
The path to pleasure, as my fiancé knows.
Tub? or Pail? or 1.6 gal throne?
(Needs to be oval, to hold my bone:)
A quart or two, to cleanse the path
Time to join the Order of the Bath?
I feel the pressure, the liquid treat,
But here’s my honey: she took the seat!
So in the tub, in the nick of time,
(I wish I’d known her back in my prime),
Sue sees the drama, my load expelled –
Like a massive oak that’s newly felled.
“Did you drain the bag, or leave some for me?”
As Sue now slips off her panty.
“Bend over, Babe, I saved a quart,
In hopes of co-ed bathroom sport.”
She takes the nozzle and starts to moan
As I smear some KY along my bone:
Oops – she shoots her briny load
As I reap rewards that I just sowed:
So now she joins me in the shower,
As I lap the juice of her sweet flower.
Soon dried off, and into bed,
As Sue prepares to give me head:
What a night, from enema to screw–
All from our fascination with poo:
We’ve done the deed, in bed and tub,
(Unlike Hamlet, who saw the rub):
So thanks to e-mail and web (world-wide),
For providing such a great sexual ride:
Our enema delights we repeat quite oft,
(Against the whims of Microsoft–)
It’s all now legal, and not even naughty,
Because we’re past the age of 40:
So here is Sue, her urges fulfilled,
I can’t complain, my seed I’ve spilled–
So to end this tale, and hang the bag to dry,
As we plan a re-run, with a sigh,
There’s the fun of the water spout –
The thrills of a co-ed enema bout!