A sudden churning in the gut,
Has left me in a bit of a rut.
Bubbles start heading down south.
Looking for my rectal mouth.
A fart escapes, it’s presence is known.
The scent causes me to groan.
There’s no use fighting this force.
Rush to the loo, full of remorse.
The nasty mass exits with much ease.
It was an semi-solid slurry, a fecal sleaze.
I wonder, what made me feel not so good.
I don’t recall eating any exotic food.
At least it’s over, the spell has been negated.
I glimpse after to see the slop I created.