Last night I loaded up on some nasty fast food…
On my last bite, something began to brood.

I could feel it growing within at such a rapid pace.
A squeaky trumpet made my eyes water as if maced.

My stomach churned with each percolation.
I needed a throne without any hesitation.

I left my chair and downed the last morsel.
Each step left behind a stench so awful.

The stink followed me through every single room.
All those around unwittingly received their doom.

Then, at last, I was there! The throne was mine.
So I began blasting out the obnoxious slime.

I guess you could say the meal was now complete.
“Order up!” I’ll shout then flush and shut the seat.