I could feel my deuce pushing through…
But boy oh boy, I had to take a poo!
I made my way up the stairs…
But my deuce kept pushing without a care.
Would I make a terrible mess?
I walked much faster and began to stress.
But at last I reached my destination.
I planted my cheeks without hesitation.
Then an explosion sent my deuce flying.
It lay below and left my butthole crying.