The Number Two Key
Truck stop under Poopman Bridge, Vancouver, B.C.
I grabbed one of the bathroom keys only to discover
That it was the number two key.
As I entered the birthing room I saw King Poo
He had a 3" girth
I could see that he had been
Struggling for some time
to get out of the bowl.
I took a picture without asking,
not the first thing
I usually do
in an emergency.
"I came to go two,"
I said to King Poo.
He was too exhausted to respond.
I went to the clerk and showed the picture of distress
And asked if the room could be put out of service
In respect of King Poo's privacy.
I have sent the picture of king poo to friends and
Admirers of great accomplishment.