Mornings, Pooetry

Morning Gory

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.

Pure Pooetry

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