supervision
I have become an old nag
loving
© Rachel Green December 2025
On Pooping, but Not in Public
Three times has thou pooped today and 'tis not yet ten
upon thy morning clock. What didst thou eat
that hath made its artful way and can thou then
evacuate thy bowels upon the seat
of porcelain throne inside the smallest room?
Expel thy farts for flatulence whilst not
alone will spell present social doom
or else thee find a more secluded spot.
And catch thee all expelled libations
and excesses of this final yearly day
by yawning down the Great White Phone in expectation
of a better year in store for thee. But hey!
the smell and sight of fireworks might gladden thee
but better still the love of friends brings constancy.
© Rachel Green December 2025
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