Hummorroids

Joy, escapes in noxious gases,

leaving humorrhoidal masses.

Explosive laughter lights the fuse

and all point fingers to accuse.

Men back slapping, ladies blushing

everyone's glad that no one's flushing.

The culprit just smiles and smiles

to hide the pain of his burning piles.

Wishing, as he leans against the wall

that he'd had no Jalapeno dip at all.

© 11 2011 Tamera Dobbins