Senator's Bizarre Hot Urine Habit: A Satirical Poem

There once was a senator so grand, Whose thirst could not be quenched by hand, He found a new way to imbibe, Hot urine, his new favorite vibe.

He'd sit and sip it all day long, As if it were a fine Bordeaux, His colleagues would stare in shock and awe, At this strange new habit they saw.

He claimed it gave him energy, And kept his mind sharp as can be, But all who saw him knew the truth, This habit was beyond uncouth.

So now the Senate floor is stained, With urine, hot and yellow and pained, And all who enter can't help but cringe, At the senator's bizarre drinking binge.

But he won't stop, he won't relent, His hot urine habit is heaven-sent, So if you want to join his club, Just bring your mug and fill it up.