Lake of Brown

Early it started, this caffeine exodus. I guess you could say this steamer’s hot off the press. ;)

Upon arriving at the doors to the throne, I hit a snag, like a wall of stone.

Both cubicles are currently in use, and I don’t know how long I can hold back my caboose.

I retrace my steps to waste some time, but all I know is my anus is not fine.

I return to the doors, and success one is free! I can hear my coight gurgling with glee.

But as I step in, a horrible mistake. The left overs of someone’s brown lake.

I flush away the vile brown, but alas the stench sticks around.

It’s quite potent this fog of doom, but nothing like what I left in this room.

Pure Pooetry

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