First thing in the morn…
Something wicked began to spawn.
I could feel the dangerous mass slowly build.
By my recent consumption, I wasn’t thrilled.
Giant burgers and juicy steaks.
Though they were tasty, they sealed my fate.
The mass had accumulated volatile pressure.
How much you ask? No one could measure.
With a fantastic trumpet, the warning did sound.
Everyone evacuated while I delivered the mound.
One by one people stepped aside.
And let me through with my awkward stride.
Was it mission impossible? Absolutely not!
Mission accomplished! With a mighty PLOP!