Scooped here this dollop of doo.
Certainly not an ingredient for stew.

My face screws up from the stench.
And my buttcheeks tightly do clench.

But it’s too late, the dollop has dropped.
Into the bowl, overspill has slopped.

Under the seat the spill seeps out.
Spying the mess, “Oh no!” I shout.

Cleaning this will not be a fun chore.
Suddenly out floods a tonne more.