I couldn’t raise my hand.
Fear, embarrassment?
Just couldn’t
I waited, wiggled, jiggled until
No longer bearable.
Rush out, down the stairs
Across the quadrangle.
Made it,
Aaahhh! Relief.
Look down.
Arrgggh! Didn’t really make it.
Wash. Looks worse!
Man!
No-one ridicules me (Except myself).
…
Well … not to my face.
365 Short Memories 
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