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Pooetry

Loosey Goosey

Something I’ve eaten does not agree.
It’s deep in my bowels disturbing me.

I had to sneeze and felt a squirt.
That’s when my gut began to hurt.

In a panic I rush to the porcelain throne.
I sat too hard, fractured my tailbone.

The brown torrent streams out like a river.
This wicked sensation makes me quiver.

Finally when the fountain dies down,
I inspect my undies for accidental brown.

Pure Pooetry

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