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It came out quickly,

Right out of my rear.

It came with a slight noise,

For almost none to hear.



It was almost silent,

And most could not tell.

Until it announced itself,

With a quite pungent smell.



Everyone looked at me,

And I gave my head a slight slant.

Until all of a sudden,

I felt something in my pants.



As I searched for a bathroom,

Hoping one was near.

Another little noise,

Escaped my rear.



As I hurried along,

I was almost out of time.

I fan to the very front,

Of the bathroom line.



When I was finally in,

And all alone.

I took my place,

Perched on the throne.



Oh the feeling,

The great embrace.

At this so sweet,

And needed release.



As I was almost finished,

I heard the knock.

Just then I realized,

I forgot the lock.



As they came through the door,

And started to stare.

They all gasped and swore,

There was nothing normal there.



When I left the bathroom,

And tried to look hardy.

All the disgusted looks told me,

It was my last High School party.