I wasn’t aware that I needed to shit…
Until my nostrils got a stinky hit.
It trumped even the mere whiff of skunk.
What meal had caused this horrid funk?
Like a punch right in the face…
A stench far worse than mace.
I quickly flew to the pooping station…
To alleviate this rancid situation.
But upon approaching the door…
Alas, I could proceed no more.
Occupied! A word that instils fear.
I was so far yet so very near.
And the stench continued to rise.
Now I had water in my eyes.
Pressure had built more and more.
So I left a surprise on the floor.