My sphincter thumped in anticipootion, so running to the loo was my only solution.
Fearing a slip I clenched my cheeks, with each stride I heard a squeak.
Time was of the essence but the toilet far away, having an accident I thought no way.
I increased my pace and the squeaks grew louder, I needed a bowl for my brown chowder.
Then in the distance the porcelain did shine, I began to sprint to reach it in time.
Then with one great leap my cheeks were home, I was safe and sound upon the throne.