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Pile-up on The South Poopway

There was a traffic jam from deep within.
A massive pile-up waiting for the fecal bin.

No matter how hard I pushed it just wouldn’t move.
This turd was refusing to find it’s groove.

So I thought about it and sounded the horn.
Then by some log he gave me the corn.

Such an offensive deed to the undeserving.
I needed to give this turd a real good purging.

So with pedal to the metal, I gave it the gas.
And with a mighty backfire, it sped out of my ass.

Pure Pooetry

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