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Pooetry

Avalanche of Brown

A build up of gas brews deep inside.
I must quickly vent it from my hide.

I take the throne and my ass begins to hiss.
Then a sudden rumbling, something’s amiss!

Without warning erupts boulders of brown.
Concerns are felt for the rest of the town.

All the little villagers, living in the bowl.
Scatter for their lives as warning bells toll.

This avalanche of brown continues to traverse.
I’m just thankful this isn’t happening in reverse!

The doodoo-destruction that is left in its wake…
Lives are decimated, by this deadly chocolate cake.

When all the muddy man gravy has finally calmed…
I feel my ass is once again primed and armed…

Pure Pooetry

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