Answering Nature's Call

There it lies, beside the river bank, attracting flies. In a lump of brown and black The aroma would give even a skunk a heart attack.
 It was planted in a time of desperation, A moment of weakness.
 
I just could not hold it in.
 
Crouching there above the leaves, My bottom naked and vulnerable, I frantically looked for a material to wipe with. I even contemplated using my sleeve.
 I found the cleanest leaf I could find --
You must understand, I really was in quite a grind.
 
Pinch, wipe,
Drip dry.
Never again Will I leave the house Without a roll of two-ply.