Cleanup in Aisle Poo

I’ve just delivered something smelly and huge.
A mighty brown torrential deluge.

A monstrosity so vile you wouldn’t believe.
Added with the involuntary inducing of dry heaves.

A courtesy flush is what I need.
To vanquish the vulgarity in its steed.

With a forceful push of the flusher.
I hold my breath for as long as I can muster.

But drats! Oh no! The water overflows!
I’m forced to take a breath from my nose!

The sickening slop has spilt onto the floor.
Could this get any worse? Yes… there’s a knock on the door.

This is an emergency and it will take a while.
We need a cleanup in the fecal aisle.

Pure Pooetry

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