Constipated Poem by Melanie Emikohe

Constipated



The urge is occasional,
stealing sweet serenity.
Hanging out beside or near
the cubicle, just in case......

But it shrinks when I'm ready.
Taunting with mockery.
When I'd be there and far,
it would come knocking!

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alice sunderland 23 February 2007

this is a cracker. nice one. you'll always get me with a title like that!

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