When the Urge Strikes - For Jan
Jill was out on a leisurely stroll
When she suddenly needed to go
Her thighs she tightly squeezed
And headed for the trees
But tripped and fell, pants now wet, oh no!
Roy went for his early morning run
Soon his too full bladder pain begun
There were no nearby trees
Only surf with a breeze
Then dove into the waves until done
Max liked to eat spicy Mexican food
But his raw stomach was not in the mood
Now doubled over with gas
He let a loud fart to pass
Now stuck in the booth with pants soiled and glued
Copyright © Tania Kitchin | Year Posted 2024
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