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Pooetry

Lil Sprout

I went for the first bog of the day.
I could tell things were amiss right away.

The scent wafting upward gave it away.
My nostrils went rigid and screamed “cray-cray!”

Though I pushed and heaved, the lil nugget didn’t want to come out.
It’s nice and warm in there, who could blame the lil sprout?

Like an accountant I may have to work this out with a pencil.
Or else who knows how long must wait until?

After much force the lil fucker finally came out on his own accord.
Does he realise surgery is something my butthole cannot afford?

Pure Pooetry

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