Hanging with friends when I felt a sudden urge.
The kind of a fierce and furious fecal purge.

Excusing myself, "I gotta take a huge dump."
One friend asks "Where you taking that lump?"

But it was too late, I’d dropped the nasty load.
And my pants felt the freshly laid rocky road.

With a look of embarrassment I declared "It’s surpassed."
Trying to keep a straight face, my will was steadfast.

My friends are no fools they knew something was off.
And then they smelled the overflow of my fecal trough.

The jig was up, my poopy subterfuge was exposed.
The mortgage on my bowels had been foreclosed!