Something I’ve eaten does not agree.
It’s deep in my bowels disturbing me.
I had to sneeze and felt a squirt.
That’s when my gut began to hurt.
In a panic I rush to the porcelain throne.
I sat too hard, fractured my tailbone.
The brown torrent streams out like a river.
This wicked sensation makes me quiver.
Finally when the fountain dies down,
I inspect my undies for accidental brown.