Finally, I’m unloading after a dry spell for days. This one is a doodoo doozie that will surely amaze. It’s …

With only a couple hours left of Apool Fool’s Day. I’m unloading all my poo-pranks well before May. Don’t take …

You better believe me when I say I’ve got the rancid score. Cos this mound of monstrous mash left me …

With a mighty grunt I let loose the golden caboose. And out it flows, a sickening chocolate mousse. This stream …

There’s something inside of me. Better guess again, it’s not pee. Here it is, it’s, it’s coming out. Let loose, …

This wretched, stinking, shameful shit. Has got me down, feeling the pits. My bowels are void and utterly bleak. Loss, …

Today my poop comes out green under the gills. You’d be forgiven for thinking I’m feeling ill. It’s nothing special, …

There was a man named Fowler. He had a shitty super power. When going to the loo. Even for explosive …

There’s a sinister voice in my head. It says “Stay up, don’t go to bed.” “Write some shitty pooems instead!” …

Constipation is nothing but awful hard labour. Abhorrent to Newman, the evil, scheming neighbour. It’s infuriating like Kenny Roger’s Chicken, …

Breakfast was delicious but I might be in trouble. Something deep down has started to bubble. I let out a …

To all the evil doers, beware. Doodieman will shit in your hair. He has an endless supply of poop. It’s …

I unload a monstrous shit each day. It keeps the nasty proctologist away. A sprinkling of stinky butt-crumbs. Brown flakes …