The morning dump, is a tricky affair
It just appears from out of nowhere
Lying in bed, or whilst getting ready to leave
You feel the pressure and the need to heave
It's like an irregular shaped fruit lodged in your butt
Pushing and pressing against your gut
At that moment everything in your world stops
Squeezing your bum cheeks to keep everything locked
As you pull down your pants and gaze at your feet
You feel the warmth of the toilet seat
And as that fruit you have been carrying falls from grace
As it hits the water, there's a smile on your face
The pain in the tummy soothers over
But a new one arrives when you've run out of paper
