I think my bowels are off.
They just let out a cough.
Then I birthed a monstrous boulder.
And now my anus does smoulder.
It was one Hell of a blastoff.

Pieces of porcelain lay scattered.
These cheeks were violently battered.
My butt will need a cast.
I wish to rewind the past.
To mend my undies, they’re tattered.