It Will Arrive!
First I was afraid, I was petrified,
I was trying hard to poo, when the door opened wide.
I should have closed that stupid lock, because now everyone can see
if I had known for one more second,
then I would’ve held my pee.
Go on now go, walk out the door,
I was feeling all relaxed, but I’m not certain anymore.
I know you ran away, but I am very shy,
I feel so humble, how can I hold my head up high?
Now you’ve seen me, I’m on the loo,
I’m just a frightened little person too afraid to poo.
The muscle’s tight now, it will take a little while
but I’m resigned, this time I’ll do it with a smile.
It took all the strength I had, to hold onto my fart,
I thought I’d never get to finish what I had to start.
My piles are high, it really hurts, I want to cry
but I won’t grumble, I’ll have another try.
I push some more, it must be glue,
‘There’s no way it’s coming out it’s stuck inside of you’.
I have to reassure myself that it will soon be running free,
if I carry on like this, I think they’ll call the police on me.
There’s a queue, outside the door,
I’m feeling scared now, my feet have gone numb on the floor.
My cheeks are frozen and they’re hurting from the seat,
will I retreat, will I give up and try no more?
I’m asking you, can you help me?
Is there a doctor anywhere it’s hurting dreadfully.
Some cream and pessaries will help me to feel calm,
hand me the balm, I’m panic stricken with alarm.
Hang on a second now, I think it’s on its way,
thank God for that, I didn’t want to spend another day.
The queue’s impatient now, they’re banging on the door,
and up I’m jumping, I feel lighter than before!
