How Dads wee

When Dad

needs a wee

he lifts the seat of the toilet

with his left hand

and

undoes his trousers

with the other

he shuffles his feet apart

right up to the toilet bowl

and flops his willy out from his zip.

Straightaway

the wee comes

thundering down into the toilet,

bullets and bombs,

splashing into frothy foam.

I watch

and see it cover the whole

of the top of the water

and I smell

the strong smell it has

like lions

and swede.

And when he’s finished

and the last drops have dropped out

he shakes his willy

and squeezes and pulls at it

then tucks it back into his trousers.

The chain always takes two pulls to flush

a quick one then a hard one

Then at the sink

Dad grabs the Imperial Leather

and rubs it under the hot tap

and makes more foam

clean foam.

 - Come on, lad, he says

drying his hands on the towel

and then he pushes me

out of the bathroom door.

One day

I will wee

like that.