Pooping… hear the kerplop.
Ass is burning and quite hot.
Ahhhh, drop of cool water makes me hop.
Clog the pot to the top.
Flush again, need a mop.
No one here, run away leave the slop.
Crap, someone sees me, stop and talk.
Talks a lot, will I get caught?
By the local shithouse cop?
A guilty conscience is what I got.
Heed the perils of my overflow mystery plot.

By Guest Pooet, Fartimus Rhyme