The Friday Frump
It’s finally Friday… the end of the week! That glorious thought makes my brown eye weep. Weep it does with …
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Pooets Block
I have a serious case of pooets block. Maybe I’ve run out of fecal stock? Nah that can’t be it, …
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Slow Sludge Fudge
Oh no, I’m stuck with a bit of a shitty problem. Need a quick dump but it’s a slow brown …
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Gulp n Plop
Quickly, grab your coffee. It’s time to make sour toffee. Take a big swig, take a huge gulp. Insides work …
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Grits n Bits
Now here’s a little ditty. About the pooey gritty. The gravy and the grits. Get stuck with lumpy bits. In …
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Coffee is My Fuel
Coffee is my friend, coffee is my fuel. If I drink enough I’ll fill the brown pool. It goes down …
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When it Rains it Pours
When it rains it pours… And my butt does not snore! Cos out floods a tremendous load. No warning, nothing …
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Wretched Fecal Bagel
Here’s yet another sloppy baguette. This fecal pastry reeks of spaghet. Baked to poofection, a caca-culinary masterpiece. With an inner …
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Sloppy Baguette
A disgusting monster used this toilet before me. The grotesque stains make it clear to see. This foul being had …
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Poolitical III: Movers and Shakers
Here come the movers and shakers. They are the sinister bowl breakers. Shattering your rights and fecal freedom. Controlling our …
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The Evening Stink Lingers
I’m at it again, here’s another poo for tonight. I can’t sleep with a lingering stinky fright. The smell told …
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The Evening Bog
Ahhh, the glorious evening bog. After putting in a hard day’s slog. You’ve retired for the day. Now the poo …
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Johnny “Blood in my Stool” Jones
Let me introduce you to a friend of ours. After taking huge dumps he takes bows. His name is Johnny …
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Do The Home Runny
Gut is a whirlwind spinning without end. X-ray of bowels reveals a sickly blend. Churning increases, eruption is at hand. …
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Jake The Snake
There was a man named Jake. Out his butt crawled a little snake. The snake’s head was clean lopped off. …
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Conjuring The Caca
With a wave of my wand and a puff on my pipe. I cast this spell, much like performing a …
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Battle Cry of Bog
Rally the troops. Gather the poops. It’s time to sit and fight. Make these shits smite. Flood them with brown …
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