Everybody Dance Now

It’s my first poo of the day.
I hope I don’t get a spray.

Nor do I want a burning slurry…
From eating that spicy curry.

I want log┬ásolid and brown…
For this trip to fecal town.

It’s starting to poke and breathe fresh air.
Away she goes without care!

I got my solid so I say hooray!
There’s no better way to start my day.

Pure Pooetry

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