A deep long tooting like from an obe…
Came from the occupied commode.
Hideously wafting outward vile scent.
This stench refused to forgive or vent.
The culprit leaves with head hung low.
Knowing full well I’m busting to go.
A breathless dump is quite the feat.
While also attempting to be discreet.
For public latrines are a place of shame.
Dare not make rhymes or play games!
But one can only hold breath for so long.
Destined to surrender to relentless pong.
Now you succumb to an overdose of odour…
The source was ochre, and once a floater.
When finally on the brink of concede…
You question upon your enemies feed.