Finally, I’m unloading after a dry spell for days.
This one is a doodoo doozie that will surely amaze.
It’s an epic load, not unlike mashed potatoes.
But the exact ingredient makeup? Who really knows?
It comes out in a flooding plop, leaving a dreadful stain.
Thankfully the consistency is soft and without any pain.
But it keeps coming, this mound of mash is never ending.
Like a soft serve left on auto expel, the ooze descending.
The bowl fills to the brim and a tiny bit touches my cheek.
It’s then that I realise to a doctor I really should speak.
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