(To tune of The Itsy-Bitsy Spider )

by Tonia Kalouria

The itsy-bitsy-bladder
hops on its cozy bed.
A mere two hours later, 
and off to flush it fled. 

“TICK-TOCKs” rule four more hours: 
The sprint plays three times more.
Two trips are lucky dry-runs; 
the third, a puddled floor.

The teensy-weensy bladder
though sleepless, crawls from bed,
and stumbles to its caffeine-cure 
or cob-webs in the head….

The volume-challenged bladder
spends all day in a rush,
sprinting to the Tiny Room—
just in time to flush.

Post multi-mugs and tensioned-trips,
it’s time to count some sheep.
But will our mini-bladder
ever ever get some sleep???

      . . . DEPENDS.