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An Unthinkable Poosaster

Oh my goodness! The unthinkable has happened.
There’s a major malfunction where I do my crappin’.

The throne… she’s broken! What am I gonna do?
I need to solve this before my bowels spew.

The toilet doesn’t flush, everything collects into a pile.
Forming a mountain surrounded by a river so vile.

I press the flush button but filth still remains.
But maybe I can still force it down the drain!

I take the plunger and begin to pump.
I try to banish the filth clump by clump.

KAAASPLAAATTT!

It’s too late there was an explosion of gore!
The throne is covered in shite and so is the floor!

Pure Pooetry

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