I have to ask, is there anything worse?
Than incoming flood from the rear purse…

You fumble to get your belt buckle open.
And your brown eye has just awoken!

To boot your gut is feeling a bit off.
You’re too scared to let out a cough.

And you stand with back to the throne.
While you long to plant your tailbone.

Time is a-ticking, like an epic bomb of brown.
If it goes off in your pants, surely you’ll frown.

Will you make it? The Apoocalypse is near!
The end of this tale? Much too sad to hear.