Men’s room memoirs

To the prudes in the room, you can all leave right now

I’ve a tale to tell, and this one surely will wow.

The masts will not hold, nor the bough, nor the stern.

The right to revisit these legends one truly must earn

For where were you sitting the night that you learned

The hell I had unleashed once my stomach had churned.

Search not in your schoolbooks for there you won’t find.

How I squoze with such strain, I nearly went blind.

Next time that I dare to eat that much cheese.

I’ll wash it down with castor oil to provide me the ease.

‘Cause, young feller, I tell you, there is no account.

Of a poop this putrescent nor with so great an amount