National Noodle Day

Looking down into the toilet to observe my latest “birth”.

The last surge got me curious as to what my butt had unearthed.

A brown flattened string my eyes did see at my immediate behest.

Because unlike corn, spaghetti strands, one can certainly digest.

So I must renounce the pleasantries and document this awful fright.

And text my gastroenterologist a pic of this snakelike parasite.