Potty Struggles

When you get that feeling down below
You cross your legs and start to dance
When you can not take that feeling anymore
You run to the bathroom and drop your pants

You pray to sit on a clean toilet
And not have to worry to paper the seat
Otherwise there would be an accident
With it running down to your feet

There's that hand-held yahtzee on the shelf
You grab it and try to beat your high score
Straining still about your bodily function
Pushing your feet on the floor

Pushing now with all your might
Waiting for the big splash
But all you feel is a puff of air
Which smells just like the trash

Your yahtzee is now over with
You grab the magazine
Yet another Hollywood celebrity
Making a glam of themselves in the limosine!

As you flip the page to read more
You feel a cramp coming on
Beads of sweat on your forehead
Hoping soon the pain will be gone

The magazine falls from your hands
You're now pushing against the walls
What the heck is making me so constipated?
I only had wine and cheesballs

So you decide to lean forward
Hoping it will help to push it out
You finally feel a little relief
When a tiny turd plops out

You know you'll be another ten minutes
Oh how do you make the time fly?
You look into the miror across from you
Making silly faces with your mouth and eyes

Put your fingers in your nose
Stick out your tongue
Cross your eyes, Oh Gawd
Another turd has sprung

You wipe your behind now your finished
Zip your zipper turn around
Flush the toilet, spray some freshner
Then fall so weak on the ground

Written by me and Angela! That was hilarious working with you again Ang!