Squeeze it out...

There you are, sitting on your throne, The safest place in the world, But you have a problem, an enemy...a poo, You squeeze, you clench, you groan, you moan It starts to emerge, proud but shy, You angrily continue to push, it must go Slowly but surely it leaves you, Its large cylindrical body lubricates itself out of your behind, Its smooth self, its curvature, silently departs, But once it has been fully relinquished, it falls With a large splash like the sound of a dambuster bomb, The water rises and hits your behind like a small tidal wave, But you are relieved, You are thankful, You flush.......