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Pooetry

Killer Stench

The fragrance sprayed totalled thrice.
Yet still lingered the unsavoury spice.

Nostrils are stung and set ablaze.
In frozen state, into space I gaze.

Eyes roll backward and into my skull.
Lifeless, mindless. Brain is dull.

All this from the epic, monstrous stink.
Which unloaded from my hole of pink.

Body keels over and slumps on the floor.
Death by stinky doodie, I’ll poop nevermore.

Pure Pooetry

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