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Pooetry

Food Baby

Ate so much pasta I felt gnocchied-up.
Inside me is a soon-to-be brown slup.

But when I went to birth this massive poo…
No crowning, no birthing, nothing came through.

I really need to release this food baby.
I asked if it wanted out, it said "Maybe."

I pleaded and tried to coerce it out nicely.
Thankfully it wasn’t made of hot and spicy.

I considered getting wet and wild.
To pump out this stubborn caca-child.

As luck would have it, it finally flooded free.
I didn’t have to get on my hands and knee.

But it’s birthing was quite a painful session.
Now this stinky bathroom needs a freshen.

Pure Pooetry

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