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Pooetry

In The Nick of Time

I made it home just in the nick time.
My stomach growling, my bowels primed.

I just sat down and then received a spicy explosion.
My poor toilet stood no chance against this erosion.

Then many a backfire sent hot chunks flying.
A spicy drizzle did follow which had me crying.

But now it’s over and there was no winner.
I shall return after I’ve had my dinner.

Pure Pooetry

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