Early it started, this caffeine exodus. I guess you could say this steamer’s hot off the press. ;)
Upon arriving at the doors to the throne, I hit a snag, like a wall of stone.
Both cubicles are currently in use, and I don’t know how long I can hold back my caboose.
I retrace my steps to waste some time, but all I know is my anus is not fine.
I return to the doors, and success one is free! I can hear my coight gurgling with glee.
But as I step in, a horrible mistake. The left overs of someone’s brown lake.
I flush away the vile brown, but alas the stench sticks around.
It’s quite potent this fog of doom, but nothing like what I left in this room.