Grade two, felt the urge
Full bladder, must purge
In class, what to do
Can’t just leave room
Couldn’t ask, no one did
I was just a little kid
Cross legs, hang on
But I knew - I was gone
Left leg feeling warm
First trickle absorbed
Black serge, short pants,
Inside I shrank
Oh no, on the floor
Small puddle starts to form
Face flushes full red
Dignity, no shred
Socks damp, shoes full
Ready for ridicule
But all round, no one stirs
Teacher says not a word
Eons pass, don’t dare shift
Should I use my handkerchief?
When, finally, the bell ...
To the door I squelch
Once there, still not free
Dark footprints dog me
Mid-lunch, window glare
Mop and bucket in there
Afternoon all expunged
My lonely lake undone
bw
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