Greasy Caper

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.

Pure Pooetry

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