What a hair brained scheme.
To think I could poo without being seen.

But alas this toilet is made of glass.
Exposed for all to see, my sweaty ass!

Not only that, but the placement of this loo.
Atop a skyscraper, a high rise number two!

People below witness my dumping.
They see my fecal thickly pumping.

They point and scream with such pain.
Yet they’re not the ones unloading this poo train.

When I’m done I wave and take a bow.
Then flush the loo and wipe my brow.

Pure Pooetry

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