This damn log feels jammed.
Half way out the shits crammed.
If only I had a bogdozer to nudge…
This slushy mushy mound of fudge.
Cheeks are sweaty like steamed hams.

Gotta make this dangler break loose.
To be free of this chocolate mousse.
I can feel it right there on the very edge.
A gargoyle perched on porcelain ledge.
I’m desperate for this brown to sluice.

Finally a slither from the brown snake.
It’s slow so I give my butt a shake.
So damn close to making the drop.
But I’m still not hearing the plop.
Will I ever get a clean break?