The Great Unpleasant Wait Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

I sit upon my porcelain throne.
I sigh, I pray, I deeply groan.
The clock ticks on, the
hours pass.
Time moves just like a molasses glass.

I ate the cheese, I skipped the green.
The biggest mistake this
gut has seen!
My stomach feels like a hardened stone.
A heavy weight I bear alone.

I drank the coffee, hot and black.
To jumpstart my digestive track.
I ate a prune, I drank a shake.
My tummy makes a loud earthquake.

I check the cabinet for a
pill.
A laxative to cure this ill.
I shake the box, but it
is dry.
I am all out, and want to cry!

I squeeze my eyes and try to push.
I need a miracle for my tush!
My sweat is real, the battle's grim.
The chance of winning feels so slim.

The drama builds inside
my gut.
The exit door is locked and shut.
Oh, sweet relief, where can you be?
Please break the spell and set me free!