A Dead Man’s Doo
The dead man’s doo, sat at the bottom of the loo. It had been lying there for a week or …
The dead man’s doo, sat at the bottom of the loo. It had been lying there for a week or …
What happened to those things that make blue water? My porcelain struggles with this brown slaughter. I remember once things …
I’m out on a stroll, walking my dog. Feeling pretty good, I have a little jog. The sun is out, …
The sewers beneath old London town… Conceal a secret coated in brown. The tubes and pipes that lead to dunnies… …
A jolly good scrubbing was in order… After I polluted the lower deck water. The whole damn crew would grin …
Bowels are loaded, bowels are primed. It’s time to unleash an ounce of slime! It comes out thick, it comes …
This is a pooetry collabpooration between Shizhard Wizard and Papa Poosepi! Wear a mask, use your homebase. Do not share …
Honestly, I’ve never pooped in a sock… But the opposite might get pipes blocked. Before I sat down to take …
I’m pooping in a far off distant land… Not the usual throne that I demand. A public pooper is where …
This is a tale to lament the porcelain gleam. Now met its end by lumps of brown and green. Once …
A deep long tooting like from an obe… Came from the occupied commode. Hideously wafting outward vile scent. This stench …
I’m perched on the porcelain, slumped in a hunch. Trying to poop but my undies are in a bunch. I …
Sitting on the throne late one evening… I felt a shudder as the brown was leaving. This dump at dusk …
Something in my gut did not feel good. Clearly I’ve eaten the wrong kind of food. Time was of the …
I don’t mean to cause anyone to fret… But I’m here to settle a doodoo debt. I hadn’t visited the …
As I was wiping I felt something warm. I hoped like hell the paper wasn’t torn. Thin and whispy is …