(Please forgive the singing, for which I should be shot)

Me and my bladder’s

Always full and needs the loo;

But then what’s badder

It’s just a dribble shooting out askew.

So at 12 o’clock’s my first golden shower

The next’s at one, then every hour.

My lousy bladder

Won’t let me sleep one whole night through.

Me and my bladder’s

Hostage to the prostate gland;

Perhaps I should add a

Mental note to get the bugger scanned.

But the quack deployed his “special” thumb

And broddled round inside of my bum

Saying that I just had a

Simple case of enlarged gland.