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Pooetry

On The Floor

I wasn’t aware that I needed to shit…
Until my nostrils got a stinky hit.

It trumped even the mere whiff of skunk.
What meal had caused this horrid funk?

Like a punch right in the face…
A stench far worse than mace.

I quickly flew to the pooping station…
To alleviate this rancid situation.

But upon approaching the door…
Alas, I could proceed no more.

Occupied! A word that instils fear.
I was so far yet so very near.

And the stench continued to rise.
Now I had water in my eyes.

Pressure had built more and more.
So I left a surprise on the floor.

Pure Pooetry

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