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Pooetry

Misery Loves Spice

I wish I could start with something funny…
But instead all I got was very runny.

The pressure did build as I made my way.
I was certain of a log but I got the spray.

And it doesn’t end there, there was a fiery drizzle.
I really shouldn’t have eaten that spicy chicken schnitzel.

Now it feels like there’s steel wool in my gut.
Swirling around removing everything that’s stuck.

It won’t be fun when round two comes out.
I also might pass on my supper… Chilli sour kraut.

Pure Pooetry

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