Geeky Talks
The Poem
It was the perfect temp
not a cloud in the sky
The mister took the kids
so maybe perhaps that I
could get in a run
for my new resolution
it wasn’t too cold
it was a perfect solution
I started out great
the wind in my hair
my feet on the gravel
a glorious affair
Then came a rumble
which turned in to fear
My mind raced
“Is there a toilet near?”
I stared in to miles
without any hope
There was no way to stop
I’d just have to cope
So off I did run
while clenching it tight
I hope nobody could tell
it was an awful sight
I started to sweat
not from heat, I believe
more of an internal struggle
to seek a reprieve
from the growing movements
from within my bowel
I looked around
did anyone else smell that foul?
The ditches looked great
more promising than grass
I just needed to find
something to wipe my ass
but find I could not
so off I kept running
the sound of my stomach
like a drum that was drumming
when finally at last,
I made it back to the start
I couldn’t help myself
a released a large fart
I glanced up with great angst
the sound of a jacknife
it came as my husband yelled
“So glad you’re my wife”
I ran right past them
my family await
and finally, at last,
with a sigh, it was great.
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Charming, as usual
heh. Thanks, Katie.
And I only thought I loved you before. Now, I know.
Been there! Pooping in ditches, that is. Exercise is for crazy people.
Love it, love it, love it. Insert weak bladder and you’ve entered my world.
~Scout
I love you.