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Pooetry

Just in Time

There I was enjoying my coffee, while my bowels were secretly brewing toffee.

I began to feel the morning glory, then I knew it was about to get gory.

I made my way up the stairs, passing gas to my despair.

The gas increased, it wouldn’t stop, I made a run for it before I plopped.

My cheeks touched down just in time, I could hold it no longer but the victory was mine.

Pure Pooetry

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