Brown Ravioli

Without warning and out of the blue.
Came a gut feeling, too well I knew.

Immediately I stopped what I was doing.
And rushed to safety for the pooing.

It oozed into the bowl so slowly.
Like slush, this heinous ravioli.

But when I inspected my undergarments…
A discovery to alert all departments.

Strangely I hadn’t felt anything wet.
Yet there it lay, a puddle of spaghett.

Pure Pooetry

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