Birched upon the porcelain seat, feeling quite alone, straining for release, but my bowels won't be thrown. I sitting waiting vain, trying hard to refrain, from frustration and despair, as I hope relief will come to bear. My mind begins to wonder as I sit there and ponder how something so natural can sometimes be so difficult. But I won't give up the fight. I'll wait until it's right. When the time does come, I'll feel so relieved and finally be done.