Doodoo Day Invasion

It’s Saturday morning and I’ve come to work.
While unlocking the dealership my butthole twerked.

Looking around I realised no one else was here.
So I had plenty of time to blast from my rear.

This deuce was solid much like a tank.
The ones they used to invade Normandy’s bank.

Pressure developed so I had to go.
I raced to the toilet and began my heave-ho.

Twas a furious battle but I got out alive.
I’m two kilos lighter and scarred for life.

Pure Pooetry

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