There I was bent over cheeks a quiver.
Trying to squeeze the gunk from my liver.
Right when I thought I would explode.
Out from my ass came a creamy brown load.
I painted the tank and part of the seat.
Used six handfuls to wipe it clean and neat.
I filled the bowl to the rim then went upper deck.
I left in a hurry to avoid blame for that wreck.
I hope you can learn from my shit paper rolling.
That burritos and beer can impact your colon.
By Guest Pooet, Fartimus Rhyme