I was sitting down minding my own business…
When my bowels became restless did fidget.
A trump did sound… a stinky warning.
Trouble was brewing, perhaps a storming?
With a ghastly gurgle the time was right…
Off I went to release the shite.
I entered the throne and locked the door.
And before I sat there was tooting galore.
I dropped my pants without a second to lose.
Then a massive explosion of number twos.
Nuggets were blasting with each sickening pulse.
As was the chocolate rain and the stench did engulf.
Why oh why did I opt for the midnight snack?
I’ll never purchase again a midnight Big Mac!