There’s no such thing as a Chocolate Slurpee.
Only a backdoor vomit and burpy.
It’s not a cool treat on a hot summer’s day.
Instead, it’s an accidental underwear spray.
But it makes a similar sound toward the finish.
A gurgling trumpet of B shart diminished.
Some call it swamp water, a very apt description.
Drink this and you’ll need a doctor’s prescription!