Bob Gibson - A lemon tree

I was only two when she taught me, how to have a pee
I was quite happy with my nappy! I guess that's womanly!
Stand up straight and listen, point Percy at the pot
Use both hands, lean forward, blessed by God, your not!

I struggled with this concept, my aim it took a while
I knew I was doing pretty good by my mothers smile
But I was easily distracted, and turned round, on hearing a voice
Then I peed on the lino, it was not out of choice!

Id rather sit on the toilet, with my head upon my hands
Then I would not have the problem, of knowing where it lands!
there is only a few inches between, lads an lasses
and boys are proud, when they fart, to let girls smell their gasses

I often wee in the garden, against the lemon tree
My dad said son, it must be done, don't always rely on me!
I've never eat lemon's, cos they taste so acidy
I feel i'm getting my own back, from that lemon tree

Bob Gibson

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