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