The young man spoke quite earnestly as he looked into my eyes

‘I won’t piss in your pocket’ he said… much to my surprise!

I hadn’t really thought he would, I then began to fret

My pocket isn’t big enough and wouldn’t I get wet?

Not to mention hygiene and the overwhelming smell

I felt my temperature rising and my blood pressure as well

I looked at him with anger and he asked if I was crook?

I didn’t quite believe my ears and I gave a ferocious look

He then told me that he would  ‘shoot through’

I ran a bit and yelled help too

He looked confused and scratched his head

I checked myself I wasn’t dead

I turned around and gave a stare

And rudely left him standing there