Gotta Go
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
Copyright © Christine Watts | Year Posted 2023
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