I ate a bunch of Mac and cheese
And one large beer.
I had hope my poo would come with ease
Assuage my constant fear.
It came, but not without a fight
Giving me a shiver
I almost cried, it was quite a sight
A jagged tiny sliver
I wiped away the poop and tears
Suppressing a whimper
And perhaps I smile as the pain clears
And begin to feel a little chipper.