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Pooetry

Crimping The Pickle

Going about my Saturday work, and of course my bunghole had to twerk.

This wasn’t the time to be taking a poo, the work was piled high that I had to do.

I continued on but the wind began to break, being so busy I pushed on not knowing how much I could take.

Then the wind turned into one big trump, I knew it was my queue to take this dump.

I raced to the loo as the sensation did not tickle, I needed it out the dreaded stink pickle.

I used all my might and all my strength, and finally was able to crimp off some length.

Pure Pooetry

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