Gotta Go

Now have you ever been ‘caught short’ While in a traffic jam, contort? You feel the rumble then you know That call of nature ‘Gotta Go’ The traffic lights they all are red, You play a game inside your head. And just sit still and hold on tight The urge to go, you’ll have to fight. Sweat then begins upon your brow, Oh God, you need to go right now. You shift around, then with a squeak Will mention that a loo you seek. There’s one I know that is not far But then you are stuck in a car. The traffic lights are rarely green, You sit and squirm and nearly scream. You clench your butt, and feel the pain “Please hurry up” you do complain. Distract your mind, try not to think That you are really on the brink. Leg muscles tense, you sit real still And fight the urge with all your will. A fart right now, you must rescind If not, all’s just Gone with the Wind. The only thing’s to concentrate If you do this, it might abate. But no, by now your bum’s on fire For you, there’s only one desire. At last, the traffic starts to thin The toilet’s now your grasp within. You whisper, “Hurry don’t go slow Please get a move on Go man Go.” The roadhouse turn off’s down the drive Yes, finally you do arrive. With no more waiting, find the loo Relief at last this is for you. Back in the car you smile then say “A real close call that was today No time to spare, I made it though When you’ve Gotta go, You’ve Gotta go.” I see you smile at what I write ‘Cause you’ve been there, I bet I’m right Christine