Entering my shoot is that a stinker or a poo?
Directing me to head straight to the loo.
Do I dare to pop out a test?
Possibly offending the noses of the rest.
Oh NO, there’s something gushy in my pants!
I’ll never again be invited to the dance.
I quickly make my way to the bathroom.
Taking with me bleach, mop and a broom.
Who knows what I will find?
What I do know is it won’t be kind.
I should have gone when given the cue.
Forgot the pop and headed directly to the loo.
Hopefully next time I will remember.
I pray that doesn’t take until December.
For this month is only June.
In between there are many a moon.
By then I may have no friends left!
Abandoned, discarded, and bereft.
Or maybe it’ll make me the life of the party?
Make em laugh and prove I’m hearty.
Only a confident person would tell that story.
Then laugh and giggle, and roll in their glory.
“Glory! You’re kidding”, you say,
“Yes, glory for this day, come what may!”
I pooped my pants and lived to tell.
That’s an unbelievable story I can sell!
So next time your shoot sends you a cue.
Don’t pop off a tester head straight to the loo!