"On the Throne With Diarrhea"
From the book of poems Oops! by Catherine Cottel Duus
I have a very bad case.
It's a disgrace.
To the toilet I must run.
I can't stop for anyone.
I look for every short cut.
I find a throne and sit like King Tut.
There I sit and moan and moan.
Groan and groan.
What if I don't get over this disease?
What will happen if I cough or sneeze?
I'll spend the rest of my days,
Bent over and walking sideways.
Wherever I may go, I'll have to find,
A pot for my behind.
I hope nobody will ever know,
That I have to go,
Because I have diarrhea and I must trot,
Searching frantically for the nearest pot.
Note: If this is happening to you for more than a few days, then you need to come see me!
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