Just Do It

I got my nickname in first grade My memory of this will never fade I'm 6 years old a whole world to see mom says there's kids to play with me I wonder if my friends will be there Maybe they will save me a chair I'm there now sitting in a school room My friends aren't there I think I'm doomed I'm sitting by a girl in the front row She smiled at me, why? I don't know Then I felt it start, to my surprise that funny feeling you get deep inside You feel like a balloon about to burst not now, please, let me put it in reverse The harder I tried, the worse it gets Think they will mind if I release it If I let it go slow so they won't hear Maybe, they won't smell it or shed a tear It's to late, must let it go, it's just not fair A loud long blast is coming from my chair I closed my eye hoping nobody heard then came that smell, it's like rotten curd I open my eyes willing to face my fears I see their holding their noses and in tears Teacher asked me, Steve do you need to leave The kids snicker, as they shout Stinky Steve pooping contest :-) ((Don't Ask to go to the bathroom!)) entry 5-16-2012