Pooping Adventures at Occupy Wall Street
The protestors fill the news day after day, so down to Wall St. I go to see if they are going to get their way.
But as I approach I feel rumbling from below ,
and know that quickly to a toilet I must go.
I look to my left and to my right,
but bathroom facilities are no where in my sight.
My spirit weakens and I begin to pout,
who will be the one who gives me a poopie bailout?
Then suddenly from afar a quiet chant begins to rise,
this will be the perfect cover for me to leave a doodie surprise!
So as the crowd began to shout,
out my ass a brown monster does spout!
Happy and relieved I raise my jeans,
no longer do I have the quell those sphincter screams.
So as I leave Occupy Wall Street,
I feel lucky that poopie splatter does not occupy my feet.