Pooetry, War

Bombs Away…

I return home after my day at work.
Then my butthole began to twerk.

It was very violent like a car crash.
Boy, this deuce really wanted to splash.

I raced to the throne to make my wave.
I used all my strength and was very brave.

Then like a missile the deuce exploded.
I was left sitting on nothing, the toilet eroded.


Pure Pooetry

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