I arrive at work and have my smoke, what I say next is not a joke.
An enormous pain in my bowels was felt, no crueler hand could I be dealt.
I thought I was going to poo my pants, the pain grew ferocious I thought I had no chance.
With cheeks tightly clenched I began to walk, ignoring all types of office small talk.
With each step my coight slightly opened, I went up the stairs with turtle head poking.
I made it to the throne so dropped my dacks, before I made touchdown my coight prolapsed.