A Good Sense Of Humour Blunts The Sharp Blades of Reality

My humour is at times bizarre, Like when I was stuck in a car. I hoped it would not be too late The details now I will relate. Now, have you ever been ‘caught short’ While traffic-jammed, and can do naught? You feel the rumble, then you know That that instant, you've 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 you know that is not far But then you are stuck in a car. The traffic lights are still not 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 done, all will go 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 Get a move on, go man go!' To the roadhouse, turn 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 So, yes at times humour prevails For times like this it never fails.