Brown Oyster

I can barely stand, so here I sit. And not a moment too soon as I begin to shit.

It’s quite easy to pass this mess, my anus is under little stress.

Ohh no I feel I spoke too soon, the log has stopped, I’m heading for doom.

What to do? It’s firmly stuck. It might move with a push and some luck.

As luck would have it, it moves from my coister. Out slithers my brown oyster.

Pure Pooetry

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