All I needed was the bathroom pass
There I sit, 30 minutes left,
nothing to do, but I feel a certain flush.
Oh how it snuck up on me like a theft,
let me go, I'm in a rush!
Run to the door,
but stopped in my track
"Where are you going, I did not tell you to walk on my floor."
"Oh just the restroom, the fuid has filled the sack."
I say with a teared eye, and tightened legs
"No, sit down!"
I do as she says, walking carefully like I carry an egg
All of a sudden, there it is.
My first period, in the sixth grade that is.
History teacher, history teacher, how dare you embarass me.
I hope you fall from a tree.
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