The paint began to peel and the bowl grew stained…
The tell-tale signs of a turd going against the grain.
With every inch it felt like a mile.
The expression on my face was not a smile.
It was absolute agony the pain inside my gut.
From the fiendish turd covered in nuts.
How this turd came to be is lost in translation.
Or perhaps just maybe a matter of extreme constipation.
As time moved on the turd was almost out.
My fellow cubicle users could hear me shout.
With a huff and a puff and a mighty heave-ho.
I vanquished the beast to the depths below.