Stuck

Dad bound up the front stairs with a huge urge

Peeled off his coat, hurried into the bathroom

Slammed the door, feeling an urgent fecal surge

Drop his pants, got comfortable on the throne

Relieved himself, however, when he tried to stand

No matter how much he shimmied and swayed…

He was utterly stuck! He needed a helping hand

See, Mom had painted the walls and the toilet seat

Swear words pierced through the bathroom door

Mom fetched a rag, drenched it with turpentine

She dabbed and pulled, he was up, but butt sore

His backside had an outline of the seat for a week

Mom was known as “Paint Brush Mary”

Painting the rooms in the house and anything else

We teased Dad, his nickname, “Stuckee, Harry”

By far, painting was Mom’s favorite thing to do

We kids would tell the stuck story

When family and friends gathered

Recounting Dad’s droll defamatory

Even Dad would laugh in later years

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