The bowl is a void where no life exists.
All that will inhabit, a swirly brown mist.
So, behold the opening of the rear chasm.
Witness the haunting of a brown phantasm.
My butthole gapes as the ghost awakes.
A trumpeting screech is the sound it makes.
The spooky poo tumbles out below.
Leaving a smeary, brownish glow.
A foul and grisly scent rises from beyond.
Its revenge that this spoorit has longed.
This pooltergeist is a scary ghastly goop.
A supernatural being, a sickening soup.
This heinous ectoplasm needs flushing fast.
But first I jet out another spread cheek blast!