I sat down for my midday fecal feat.
A kind soul before me had warmed the seat.
With little effort I let the ooze flow.
And my face showed a happy glow.
KER-PLOP!
My nugget entered The John.
It left ripples like in a pond.
This peaceful feeling is quite tranquil.
For this quiet poo-time I’m thankful.
A serene feeling washes over my body.
Meaty-poo-meditation is my new hobby.
I call it Poolates, instead of Pilates.
It’s much that same, especially the farties.
And with a final brown heave I’m done.
I whisper a mantra then wipe my bum.
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