Humor Poetry posted March 5, 2019 |
Fear of going in school?
School Washrooms
by Yvon
Thanks mom
I was a shy wee lad, I tell you it's true
This is a tale of woe, that I will tell you I was in grade number one, age of five years This story I tell you, will not bring any tears Classes were too long, for my restless soul And in the middle of one, really, I had to go Squirming at my desk, when the bell finally rang It wasn't a buzz, a clank, but a horrible clang Lunchtime, was my chance, to go to the can I was a shy little boy, not a big strapping man Deciding to run home, to do my business there Not liking school washrooms, they gave me a scare It was tough, but I held in what I had to do I guess you now know that, I had to poo... At my front door, reaching for the knob, I confess My sphincter blew open, and made quite the mess I called to my mother, she yelled back from inside She wasn't happy with me, "but held it, I tried!" I thought mom would help, comfort my little soul But she sent me to the basement, to the sink I was told I was a shy wee lad, I tell you it's true But I went in school washrooms, to do number two The lesson I learned is, never go in your pants Go where there's a toilet, if you do have the chance |
Childhood writing prompt entry
Writing Prompt Write a rhyming poem about your childhood. It can be good or bad, happy or sad. |
Thanks to Potopeb for the photo. The lesson that my mother taught me is more valuable than any lesson I learned in school.
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