All I needed was the bathroom pass


There I sit, 30 minutes left,

nothing to do, but I feel a certain flush.

Oh how it snuck up on me like a theft,

let me go, I'm in a rush!


Run to the door,

but stopped in my track

"Where are you going, I did not tell you to walk on my floor."

"Oh just the restroom, the fuid has filled the sack."


I say with a teared eye, and tightened legs

"No, sit down!" 

I do as she says, walking carefully like I carry an egg


All of a sudden, there it is.

My first period, in the sixth grade that is.

History teacher, history teacher, how dare you embarass me.

I hope you fall from a tree.




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