Trauma and Sweet Relief!

19 March, 2020

Sitting in the railroad car en route To visit my cousin many years ago About 19 and 20 I was struck With an intestinal urge. It was of course not the most Prime of circumstances As the quarters were rather close And time was of the essence. The pressure mounted and my eyes Began to twitch left and right And all about as if to find Some possible solution. Squirming around Hitching back and forth Here and there Hoping to maneuver To a position of relief I finally found the spot. Tilting myself to a side An arm on an arm rest And the other Across the back rest I hoisted myself Mildly from the seat. Relief was soothing but brief As the pressure returned with a fury. Oh what! It might be that I must Let ‘er slide out silently – If not otherwise – unnoticed. An audible expulsion Could not be permitted. So I let fly slowly The gas not delightful To those who would Soon get a whiff. They fell before me – Their countenances – that is As I grinned with relief and delight. But soon we made merry And amends came easy As we shared in that Ride on the rail. The clacking and thumping Was joined with humming. Happy tunes we sang What we could And all understood It was cover For what was true. Never again could we ride With THAT friend.