Such an offensive stink.
Just left my hole of pink.
It was in no way a warning.
Cos I’d already started spawning.
And it just landed in the rink.

Enormous was the splash.
From my soggy brown mash.
And in the cubicle next door.
A gasp as their jaw hit the floor.
And the stink made their teeth gnash.

I could hear laboured breathing.
Or maybe they were heaving.
They weren’t expecting such rancid slaw.
When it greeted them with a downpour.
And gave the gift of stink when leaving.