lower abdominal area gurgles and balloons gastrointestinal tract vis a vis flatulence croons
in tandem and/or subsequent expulsion eliminates fecal waste
witnessing sprinting to bathroom, this scribe (against time) and jet propulsion of sphincter muscles' spasmodic desperately raced unpleasant symptom of anxiety/ panic attack twas a stranger to this rhyme stir, who now finds himself barrack
cay did, and held hostage, where thoughts about mooning doth not crack
a smile, or baring derriere tubby more exact
me up - matter of fact no source of laughter, nada one ha intact
(despite usual presence of chuckles from this fan of good humor) high jacked
for what seems a maternity leave from all mothers tub be thus envision, a bevy of pregnant gals aching with cramps he
ving (times square of the hippopotamus) with cervix fully dilated key ping alert, when mother nature ready to pull up all stops (via umbilical cord)
to deliver nee,
sans bundle of joy, followed in quick succession with after birth re: placental sack, hence said effort to expel newborn
the closest scenario experience ill suited to dance
afflicting this anxiety prone lovely bones, an all expanse
paid (seat of the pants) accursed bane of proletariat grants
no truce to attend finds me pampered asper this rants!
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Author:
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Offline) - Published: April 27th, 2018 18:21
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
excuse me. I've got to take a poop.
Has put me off me food now, all this detail! heehee. I'm on me way to ya with some syrup of figs!
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