David and Pooliath

My monstrous oppoonent towers above me, mighty and fierce.
I may be puny but his underwear, my weapon will pierce.

With a trumpeting battle cry I give a hefty reverse pelvic thrust.
My cheeks relax and my bowels release the brown disgust.

Like a spear launched into the air.
My fecal soars high without a care.

Time slows as my poojectile sails through the fresh autumn breeze.
Droplets of muck fall wayside from the main body of sleaze.

This hurled mass begins it’s descent.
It’s aim is true, it hits where I meant.

Pooliath is down and brought to his knees.
Defeated by the fecal of my rectal sneeze.

Pure Pooetry

No comments

You can be the first one to leave a comment.

Leave a Reply