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Pooetry

Letting Off Some Steam

It’s high time I let off some steam.
Before my jeans burst at the seam.

I’m filled with noxious, angry gases.
It doesn’t appeal to the masses.

But it makes a trumpet when it peels.
A ripple in my butt cheeks I do feel.

And when the brown is finally let loose…
It’s the mating call of a chocolate mousse.

My rear jiggles from the furious flapping.
It’s louder than a crowd clapping.

But no applaud or praise will I receive.
This pooping only makes you grieve!

Pure Pooetry

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