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Pooetry

Brown Mountain

I just dropped the world’s heaviest load. 
It shook the foundations of my abode.

Porcelain is somehow still intact.
Despite the size of what I crapped.

To paint you a clearer picture…
Visualise a rumbling fixture.

The pipes creaked and cheeks wobbled.
Afterwards I limped and hobbled.

As it crowned my pupils dilated.
Can’t be sure but I think I fainted.

I awoke to a tsunami of Poseidon’s Kiss.
This brown mountain did steam and hiss. 

Pure Pooetry

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