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Expoosive

I’ve made a terrible mess from within my bowels.
I’m going to require more than a few towels.

The accident happened so damn fast.
The fecal exploded with a mighty blast.

And the sound it made when it erupted.
An evil and sinister pitch so corrupted.

As if someone had planted a fire cracker,
Strategically right up in my dirty clacker.

The debris of dung lay around in steaming piles.
Everyone standing nearby no longer had smiles.

And those still alive were covered head to toe.
Each looked like an inside-out chocolate churro.

Pure Pooetry

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