All day long the gas was blowing.
The magnitude of this turd was growing.
The latest stench signalled to me loud and clear.
It was time to nuke this duke out my rear.
Not long after my cheeks made contact…
The nuke of a duke exploded… KA-SPLAT!
Such massive destruction from my derrière.
Even a mushroom poo cloud filled the air.
The stink I tell you were terrifyingly rotten.
Like a million bad eggs in a fridge that was forgotten.
I needed to escape I couldn’t take it anymore.
To hell with wiping, I’ll just crawl out on the floor.