Saturday Nights Alright
Saturday morning is here,
But its this turd brewing that I fear.
As I walk down the aisles of Lowe's,
I feel this tingly warmth from my anus to my toes.
A strike of terror hits close to home,
I have to poop, so off to the bathroom I roam.
Walkin down the aisles with nails and hammers,
The urge to poop makes me stammer.
I round the corner to garden supplies and finally I see the light,
A bathroom sign two hundred yards away of long penguin walking flight.
I clench my cheeks with all my strength,
as I waddle what seems like an incredible length.
I finally make it and just in time,
And quickly let loose a doodie slime.
A quick relief as I fill the bowl,
With Niagra falls pouring out my doodie hole.
As I finish I have nothing but great words to say,
let's go buy some tools for this home improvement day.