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So, a little while ago I wrote some omorashi-based limericks, and now that I've remembered them I've decided to share them.  Enjoy!

#1

There once was a girl named Marie
Who flatly refused to go pee
        She'd hold it all day
        And at night she would say
“I'm bursting, but bathrooms aren't me.”

#2

Miss May was a lady of style
In a queue that spanned nearly a mile
        Her dress was so fancy
        And she was so antsy
But she'd still have to wait for a while

#3 (Warning: poo-related)

There once was a girl from Peru
Who waited a month to go poo
        She became very bloated
        And she nearly exploded
But next time she'd try to wait two

 

I will definitely follow up on the Peru girl if enough people are interested ;)

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A girl was alone in Moscow
She realised she needed to go
To the loo pretty soon
or her jeans would be doomed
To get soaked in a warm yellow flow

She wandered down every street
Shuffling and dragging her feet
She hoped she would find
A toilet in time
Before she was met with defeat

She stood still and she shut her eyes
She pressed her hands into her thighs
She stood pigeon toed
At the side of the road
But her bladder no longer complies!

She feels herself let out a spurt
And her bladder - it no longer hurts
She lets out a sigh
And she tries not to cry
She can't help but let out more squirts

Pee runs down her legs more and more
It pools around her, down on the floor
It feels so damn good!
She knew that it would
It sends shivers down to her core

It isn't worth holding back so
She decides to let the rest go
And with a soft hiss
She lets out her piss
Which runs out of her in a strong flow

As she stands in the puddle she grins
Warm pee still runs down on her skin
She feels so much better
Even though she's much wetter
She soaked herself with her urine!

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On 11/29/2017 at 6:15 PM, Dimwitrolo said:

A girl was alone in Moscow
She realised she needed to go
To the loo pretty soon
or her jeans would be doomed
To get soaked in a warm yellow flow

She wandered down every street
Shuffling and dragging her feet
She hoped she would find
A toilet in time
Before she was met with defeat

She stood still and she shut her eyes
She pressed her hands into her thighs
She stood pigeon toed
At the side of the road
But her bladder no longer complies!

She feels herself let out a spurt
And her bladder - it no longer hurts
She lets out a sigh
And she tries not to cry
She can't help but let out more squirts

Pee runs down her legs more and more
It pools around her, down on the floor
It feels so damn good!
She knew that it would
It sends shivers down to her core

It isn't worth holding back so
She decides to let the rest go
And with a soft hiss
She lets out her piss
Which runs out of her in a strong flow

As she stands in the puddle she grins
Warm pee still runs down on her skin
She feels so much better
Even though she's much wetter
She soaked herself with her urine!

Nice! This is one of my favorite omorashi related poems! 😊 

On 11/29/2017 at 4:53 PM, SecretPerson said:

So, a little while ago I wrote some omorashi-based limericks, and now that I've remembered them I've decided to share them.  Enjoy!

#1

There once was a girl named Marie
Who flatly refused to go pee
        She'd hold it all day
        And at night she would say
“I'm bursting, but bathrooms aren't me.”

#2

Miss May was a lady of style
In a queue that spanned nearly a mile
        Her dress was so fancy
        And she was so antsy
But she'd still have to wait for a while

#3 (Warning: poo-related)

There once was a girl from Peru
Who waited a month to go poo
        She became very bloated
        And she nearly exploded
But next time she'd try to wait two

 

I will definitely follow up on the Peru girl if enough people are interested 😉

I love how this reads as a lymric! I think you should follow up on BOTH of them! 😊 

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Hi! I decided to try writing some omorashi poetry. It isn't very good. Then again, I truthfully feel kind of intimidtaed with all the talent here! Lol!

Hope you enjoy anyway! 🙂 

 

1. Oh to desperation

O, desperation, holding in your pee,
You squirm, you wiggle, you bounce your knee,
You grab yourself, you regret drinking all that tea.
Oh, ouch my poor bladder, oh why me?

I must find a place to go! Perhaps on a tree?
I can no longer hold it, not even to count to three.
But when you finally let it out, oh, you are filled with glee!
I piss and I piss, I create a yellow sea.

 

2. Full Bladders are the Worst

Cassie crossed her legs and grit her teeth.
Hands in crotch, she left the classroom.
For poor Cassie had to release her bladder from its sheath.
If she didn’t find a ladies’ room fast, it would spell her bladder’s doom.

Cassie ran and she ran, oh, how she ran.
Cassie’s bladder was filled up and full,
If only she could whip it out and go, if only she was a man.
Cassie charged into the nearest toilet like an out of control bull.

Cassie undid her belt and yanked down her pants.
Cassie sat down and gushed into the toilet bowl.
The relief felt heavenly, sending Cassie into a trance.
Cassie gushed and when she was done, grabbed the toilet paper roll.

Cassie left the toilet feeling, oh, so better.
Cassie’s bladder had nearly burst,
Cassie barely avoided getting wetter.
Oh, how full bladders are the worst!

 

3. Pee
I have to pee, I have to piddle. Oh, I have to take a leak!
The tree? The alleyway? Perhaps in a creek.
My bladder will explode!
Too late. The pee flowed.
My poor, poor pants. My bladder was just too weak.

 

4. Full Bladder
What does a full bladder feel like?
Hope my sphincter muscles won’t be on strike.
Down on the abdomen, there is pressure and pain,
My bladder hurts, how it wants to drain.
Inside my bladder, I can feel a seiche.

There are waves of pressure,
If I could just pee, I would feel so much fresher!
I feel like my bladder will pop,
A little leak I cannot stop.
My bladder is a pool with fish and dolphins and a thresher.

It hurts as I moan and groan,
How I long to sit upon my porcelain throne.
Some slipped out, a small squirt,
I peed and I peed all over my pants and shirt.
I feel better, my bladder as dry as a bone.

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One of mine from a long time ago:

 

My friend Auralee, at age 23, has just now begun to drink alcohol.
Her beautiful breast (and all of the rest) she shows off, but never goes “bare-it-all”.

And though on the whole, her bladder control remains free of any impediment,
I knew in my soul, one day I’d console this lovely girl after an accident.

So yesterday night, we’re out for a bite, and putting away lots of whiskey sours,
And when we were done, we did number one, both knowing the train ride could take two hours.

She soon was aware (about half way there) that peeing once had merely “tapped the keg”.
And now she was stuck.  Unless she had luck, the next time she peed would be down her leg.

The train did arrive, her muscles did strive, but oh, she could barely get out the door.
She felt in her gut, she’d make it home.  (But, remember she’d never been drunk before!)

Twelve feet from our door, her abdomen sore, she realized she’d been overconfident.
And under the moon, she was very soon, about to become quite incontinent.

Now eight feet to go, her progress was slow, and bladder control in an awful state.
And with one more stride, she buried her pride, and then stood still so she could urinate.

She peed in her jeans.  (The cutest of scenes!)  The saddest and sweetest look in her eyes.
And slowly the pee, thanks to gravity, began to run right down her inner thighs.

For minutes on end, she stood in the wind, just letting the pee run right out of her.
And when she was done, I said, “Was that fun?”  She said “No, but God I feel emptier!”

And so let this show, that hoping she’ll go is only a one-in-a-million chance.
But if you just think to give her a drink, you too may hear “I just peed in my pants.”

 

-PPN

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Just some silly limericks:

One night a nice man named Ed,
Found himself quite filled with dread,
When he wet his pants,
Out with his friend Blanch,
Then he woke up! He'd just wet the bed.
-
Bonnie woke up quite foggy,
After a night of drinking with Audrey,
She rolled over in bed,
And felt a pain in her head,
As she found out her sheets were quite soggy.
-
Mellie was happy to meet,
A new friend from work they called Pete,
After a long night,
Mellie woke with a fright,
To find she was soaked neck to feet

Mellie threw off her cover,
Nervous that Pete would discover,
The incredible puddle,
In which she had huddled,
And now she could see touched her lover.

What Mellie saw then was a shock,
As Pete also slept like a rock,
The puddle got wider,
And wetter beside her,
As Pete pissed clear down to his socks,

Mellie then started to laugh,
At this incredibly debaucherous gaffe,
She took Pete by the hand,
And helped him to stand,
Then they both took a long, steamy bath.

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