My cheeks were planted like a tree, But instead of pooing I began to pee.
This was truly an awkward situation, I wasn’t prepared for any constipation.
I gently rocked back and forth, hoping my deuce would move south not north.
I could feel the log begin to move, it started slowly then found it’s groove.
It powerfully shot into the bowl, oddly resembling a sausage roll.
But there was no pastry only meat, so I’ll send this log to fecal street.