A Twinkle and a Crinkle

I went to kitchen to grind coffee beans
and remembered I needed to tinkle.
I went to the bathroom, washed my hands,
returning to grind those beans.
My wife, with a smile and, in her eye, a twinkle
asked if I had remembered to tinkle,
to which I could only reply, “My, oh, my,”
returning to the bathroom with a frown and a crinkle.

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