Arriving at work I abruptly knew, I needed a toilet so I could poo.

Each second that past felt like an hour, because inside my bowels was angry chowder.

But first I had to unlock my work, I scrambled to unlock the doors while my anus did twerk.

Then I felt the calm before the storm, I needed to clean the showroom before my deuce was born.

So the cars I cleaned with a cheeky grin, because I was dropping my guts and the air grew thin.

With the showroom clean I was free to make my way, up the stairs to release rectal decay.