Brown Chunder

Brown chunder, toilet plunder, how will I get my shit to thunder?

Shits a-flowin’, snakes a-growin’, south bound the turds a-goin’.

Left for dead, this fecal bread, flushed to a brown hellish dread.

Porcelain stained, rectum pained, finally this pooem has waned.

Pure Pooetry

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