I can barely stand, so here I sit. And not a moment too soon as I begin to shit.
It’s quite easy to pass this mess, my anus is under little stress.
Ohh no I feel I spoke too soon, the log has stopped, I’m heading for doom.
What to do? It’s firmly stuck. It might move with a push and some luck.
As luck would have it, it moves from my coister. Out slithers my brown oyster.