Answering Nature’s Call

There it lies, beside the river bank, attracting flies.

In a lump of brown and black

The aroma would give even a skunk a heart attack.

It was planted

in a time of desperation,

A moment of weakness.

I just could not hold it in.

Crouching there above the leaves,

My bottom naked and vulnerable,

I frantically looked for a material to wipe with.

I even contemplated using my sleeve.

I found the cleanest leaf I could find --

You must understand, I really was in quite a grind.

Pinch, wipe,

Drip dry.

Never again

Will I leave the house

Without a roll of two-ply.