Oh the sheer magnitude, of this bog that is quite rude.
I raced to plant my hairy cheeks, what was coming was not sleek.
My stomach rumbled as I sat, then out my coight several logs went splat.
A stench did follow that was so vile, upon smelling it no man could smile.
It’s a very unpleasant greasy caper, I hope I don’t run out of toilet paper.