I sit here on the loo and I ponder…
This horrid scent, now I wonder…
What on Earth did I consume…
That created such foul perfume?
Will it tear my nostrils asunder?

Memory returns of this big ol’ bog…
It was fueled partially by grog.
And a burrito was a main factor.
My rectum now a nuclear reactor.
Why’d I do this in the synagogue?