Here’s a seasonal experience much too awful…
I just pooped out a whole Christmas bauble!
If it had cracked, I’d be filled with glass splinters.
Not how I’d like to spend my Christmas winters!
Better to feast on mountains of good food.
Then let it brew until ready to be pooed!
Once bulging, I drop a log on the Christmas fire…
Aunt Beth exclaims “That smells expired!”
We sit under the tree, adorned with toilet paper.
Used by Santa, with his unique jolly vapour.
Children unwrap their gifts with joys and screams…
The naughty ones get a soggy lump of brown cream!
Merry Shitmas from Pure Pooetry!