A squelch between my cheeks meant only one thing.
Something was brewing and it resembled chow mein.
I tried to hold it back, but the beast would not be subdued.
I hate to tell you this, but I gave into the number two.
All cos I couldn’t get my belt open in time.
The flooding gave my pants the terrible slime.
Ferociously it came like a wild spack-attack.
This brown invasion directly from my crack.
I feel so ashamed with this pants puddle of poo…
All cos my butt felt the need to violently spew.