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 My Secret

I remember my first day in school quite well,
this is a secret I never did tell.
It was the end of the day in the classroom,
and I really needed to go to the bathroom.
I was afraid to ask the teacher to leave,
for the nature call I had to relieve.
I sat and squirmed waiting to pee,
wishing the clock would soon strike three.
But, I didn't make it until then,
and outward came what was within.
It ran down my leg and made a mess,
in a noticeable puddle I must confess.
But no one saw it and three did come,
class was dismissed so away they run.
I sat and thought what should I do
to make sure no one ever knew.
I pretended to be looking inside my desk,
hoping the teacher would leave me to my test.
After she finally was out the door,
I put papers over the pee on the floor.
Then I moved the desk in front of me,
over the top of the puddle of pee.
I did this by moving each one a little back,
concealing the truth of my bladder attack.
I'm forty eight years old and no one knew,
until I revealed this secret to you.
I don't remember who was in front of me,
that I cleverly framed with my pee.

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