Oh, it's five o'clock and I'm heading home, Traffic's slow, and I'm all alone. But my tummy's rumbling, something's not right, Holding it in with all my might. Oh no, here it comes, that dreaded fear, Stuck in my car, but oh no, my rear! The brown fountain starts gushing, While I sit there all blushing! Red lights blinking, but I can’t stay still, My insides still churning, it’s a real thrill. The dashboard’s my witness, to this messy plight, Oh, why did I have that burrito last night? It's a disaster, in seat number one, Wishing I could, but there's nowhere to run. The smell hits hard, oh what a stench, I'm in a bind, in this traffic trench. Honking horns, but I'm in a daze, Caught in this smelly, unfortunate maze. My eyes start watering, it's a wild ride, Vomiting and driving, with nowhere to hide. Oh, this story, it's one for the books, The kind that earns some awkward looks. But let it be a lesson, oh so clear, Always use the restroom, before you steer!
