A Real Screamer

My sweaty crack was the first warning.
From my gaping hole, a terrible dawning.

Dropping bombs like it was Hiroshima.
With a release of gas that was a real screamer.

It was a pleasant surprise when these bombs had passed.
Now to enjoy my day, and hopefully, it lasts.

Pure Pooetry

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