The Bad LunchA Poem by Chris YipEveryone has e experience at least once I sat next to the Boss's wife at lunch, It turned out to be more than a hunch. Her rumblings abdominal, were truly phenomenal, and everyone thought it was me! I ate too much of the fish, It turn out to be a fishy dish, My stomach started to churn, I couldn't wait my turn, And so my anus started to burn! The toilet was too far away, And I had no other way, My farting was extraordinary, And I tried to be ordinary, But everyone knew it was me!
© 2012 Chris YipAuthor's Note
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