A Fecal Rodent

A wonderful thing just occurred.
My stomach rumbled and my vision blurred.

This to me is how I know…
That to a toilet I must go.

Like a frightened mouse its begun to peek.
If I listen closely I can hear it squeak.

As though by a cat it was getting chased.
It was run or die so it chose to escape.

Out of nowhere an energy burst.
But the little brown mouse did not come first.

He put up a good fight but in the end…
A flush and goodbye… to my little pooey friend.

Pure Pooetry

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