Chocolate Whip

Porcelain filled to the brim.
All deposits into the swim.
Actually, more like a drown.
In the bowl nothing but brown.
And my butt toots a hymn.

As the ooze from my rear drips.
And with a gyrating of my hips.
Comes the finishing touch.
Cos the bowl has had too much.
The poofect swirl chocolate whip.

Pure Pooetry

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