A Package Waiting? Poem by Phil Soar

You wait in for the package, and you worry for a bit
What will happen if you feel that you just need a shit?
And then the feeling hits you, and you rush into the loo,
The moment that you drop your pants, you give away a clue
The Mailman isn't far away, it's almost that he knows
Does he stalk you in the day, or just has a strong nose?
The doorbell rings, your areshole sings, and now you need to rush
You wipe your ass, pull up your pants, and give the pan a flush
And by the time you reach the stairs, a card has hit the floor
Telling you the mailman could not stand there anymore
He's took the package back to base, where you must now retrieve it
And all because your twitchy arse could not just wait and leave it!