This terrible deed, I must confess.
Laid by me, in a heinous mess.

It sits glaring up from the porcelain bowl.
Starring directly into my shitty soul.

I try not to inhale the wafting taint.
Inside the bowl, brownly it did paint.

Squinting, I peer at this sickly goop.
Barely resembling my normal poop.

And due to the size of this brown blob…
It contains the whole corn on the cob.