You’d better start the fan and light a match.
Cos something awful from my rear did hatch.

Hanging in the balance is the fate of the world.
I’ve dismounted the throne having brownly hurled.

The first few were small and quite easy.
But then came a boulder that made me queasy.

My dilation was stretched to a brand new size.
A world record for all brown eyes.

The feeling was relief when it finally passed.
But now my rectum is going to need a cast.