My Jokes Were Real Pissers

It took not long after meeting, for Linda and me to decide;
That I would move into her carriage house, our separations then denied!
The living room, and the large kitchen, were both on the first floor;
Two bedrooms, and the bathroom, were up one flight stairs more!
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We were so happy, both so giddy, we’d found our perfect match;
Our sorrow turned to laughter, but there was just one little catch!
I had quite a gigantic repertoire, of jokes I’d known for years;
I’d tell some to my Linda, and she’d laugh until she’d tear!
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Then all of a sudden she’d go running, to the creaky flight of stairs;
Heading for the bathroom, hoping she could make it there!
Once in a while, she wouldn’t, then she’d sit upon a step;
Saying, “I wish that doggone bathroom, wasn’t such a giant schlep”!
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                           Humor tickled her
                   Even though of a dry sense
                      Sometimes overflowed