Under the wire

Ah, that rectal scratch from the inside out

Prairie doggin turtle head emerging about

A photo finish isn’t the appropriate term for this episode

For as much as you sense it, you won’t quite explode

You’ll simply expel a much needed to be lightened load

And your butt will flatten against the seat like a run over toad.

And you’ll thank your lucky stars for this humble abode.

You call salvation, but we prefer “commode.”