Pooetry, The High Seas

The Mystery of The Sewer Trout

There was quite a cool and pleasant breeze…
As my butthole began to squeeze.

Then I felt quite a commotion.
Like a splashing fish in the ocean.

Was it the thrashing Marlin I heard about?
Or something more sinister like the Sewer Trout?

The time did come and my cheeks were planted.
But the movement stopped and I felt stranded.

Then a savage sensation I did feel…
Like constipation and the shock of an electric eel.

I heard a splash but the fecal fish disappeared.
There was no trace not even a smear.

Pure Pooetry

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