Lump in my throat.
Nearly chucked,
Held it back down,
Managed to keep cool,
Passed her en route to loo,
To the answer, white porcelain
The Niagra with tubes and a chain,
With feeling I couldn’t contain,
With no respect for the drain,
I held it down inside,
I kept it back,
No chunder,
I wonder,
Again?
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