It was that time for morning glory.
With how my stomach felt I knew it would be gory.
My stomach cramped as I walked the stairs.
Gas was escaping and a stench filled the air.
I raced to the throne and planted my coight.
And what happened next… oh moite.
A thunderous explosion sent turd flying.
It was absolutely savage and quite terrifying.
My porcelain now is not coloured white.
It is golden brown all thanks to my shite.