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Pooetry

A Frightening Charge

Work was slow and I was feeling bored, when suddenly my rectum gored.

Off like a flash to the loo I raced, a second gore meant no time to waste.

Leaping the stairs two by two, a deadly snarl from my moving poo.

But I arrived safe and sound, cheeks firmly planted, feet on the ground.

 

Pure Pooetry

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