Struggles Not to Mention in
Polite Company
Made it to New York City,
Then ate chicken parmesan.
Filled the cracks in with
dessert.
Barely made it to the john.
“Emergency!” I hollered.
Had to make it to the
throne.
But my sis and travel mate
had some problems of her
own.
So, we do have our conflicts,
my dear sister and friend.
Like the case of one
bathroom,
things do work out in the
end!
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