Chuckle at one of life’s un-pleasantries.
The urge comes several times a day,
The need to get up and run away.
Where is the stick man shown on a door ?
I need to get in and deposit once more.
Drawers drop down past my knees,
Tell me I made it on time, oh please !
Crouching tiger, hidden butt,
Porcelain god grant me luck.
Sphincter control is out of my hands,
Water is now where it lands.
T.P. roll don’t hide on me
Don’t be yellow with someone’s pee.
Charmin, Charmin, where art thou?
This is like sandpaper …ow , ow !
Back to business, but don’t touch the handle,
Doubly make sure nothing sticks to sandal.
What is this, another urge?
Oh my god, it’s time to splurge.
This whole illness drains me out,
Next guest enters and then he shouts !
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