Ablutions

 My upstairs neighbour
Is probably a diabetic
It’s not that she’s told me
It’s just what I suspect
She pees and poos such a lot
Every hour on the dot
Daytime or night time
Any times’ the right time
For: Her Ablutions

I can hear every pee
Every plop, every gush
Every slosh, every plip
Every fart, every flush
Every clank, every clink
When she spews in the sink
Every constipated cry
Sound like she’s going to die
The sound of orgasmic relief
Disappointingly, all too brief
If I tell her that would spoil it
I count her visits to the toilet
I must stay quiet as I listen
To her pooing and her pissing
I would be with her if I could
Her ablutions:
 Give me WOOD