Brown Biscuit

My anus is feeling a bit frisket.
Maybe it was the delicious brisket.
It was cooked to absolute poofection.
Now down southward it’s a-headin’.
It’s time I released the brown biscuit.

It comes out cleanly, like a pig in shit.
That’s toilet humour you see, toilet wit.
It actually was wide and painful.
The return of The Killer Bagel.
I think something downstairs is split.

I’ll need a cast or a sling for my bum.
Something to heal my anus so glum.
I see the doc and he gives me a cork.
Says “You know where this has to pork!”
As I leave he gives me the thumb.

Pure Pooetry

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