Rushed to the porcelain throne.
Bust out a poo with a groan.
Made the delivery just in time.
Any later would be messy slime.
Enormity of the bog is of concern.
Peaceful times my rectum does yearn.
But here comes another helping.
Cover my mouth to silence the yelping.
The size of this monster has me bust.
It erupted out with a violent thrust.
Head is spinning, I’m feeling woozy.
All thanks to this killer giant poozy.
Aneurysm hits and I tip over face first.
My butt pointed up gives a final outburst.