A cringing pain was felt within my bowel, my third poo of the day has made me howl.
Time shift now to new years eve, like a drunk my butthole heaves.
Bangs like fireworks can be heard, the only difference is mine smell like turd.
Many a colour but mostly brown, the foreigners went swimming and they all drowned.
But here’s to a happy and safe new year, where we’re able to eat what we want and not live in fear.