"Miss Martha, you are so weird!" "I know . . . isn't it wonderful!?"

ergh

Rumble rumble my tummy’s in trouble.

 

My stomach’s on fire

My ass, a close second

My guts growl loudly

The bathroom, she beckons.

 

The stress from my life

Wreaks hell on my body

My jaw locked with tension

Tush glued to the potty.

 

My eye twitches visibly

My limbs growing number

Some people around me

Could not grow much dumber.

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